Reply to reviews:
1)Naitriab: What makes you think I am so nice as to put L and A together? *winks* I might just make Aragorn die in battle then leave poor Legolas pinning away and dying eventually for all you know.
2)Seelenspiel: Hmm - thanks for reviewing. But maybe L and A do not think it stupid to throw away the chance?
3)yamata dragon: Thanks for your short but sweet review. Will continue working my best.
4)Saavik13: Hmm - maybe you are right about the 'better to have loved and lost' thing.
5)Forsaken^On3: Very unique nickname you've got. Sounds cool.
6)Sillie: You have been one nice reviewer, keep up the reviewing and I might just put Estel and Legolas together.
7)Darkness Blood: Wow, thanks for reviewing three chapters.
8)lupine flower: You looking forward to an update and I just updated - so must review, ok?
9)Lady Darkness13: Yep, you're right. In my story, elves are really to 'know-it-all' for their own. If Legolas and Galadriel never knew, then we wouldn't have such an angsty story.
10)Rock-Howard-17: Your cool nickname appears again! Yep, this is indeed where all the bad luck stuff start coming in. A bit typical but I can't think of an alternate way.
11)MusumeMarron: I just updated. Thanks for being a nice reviewer!
12)Iara: I look forward to seeing more of your reviews in the future!
13)Legolas19: Due to school and homework etc, I might just be able to update only once a week, bear with me, ok?
14)lyn: Thanks for your advice.
MUST READ AND REVIEW, OK?
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Legolas' POV
Damned hands, will you stop your nervous twitching? You've been getting me funny looks from those little hobbits - and stop curling into fists! God damn me - I am drawn to a human! It ought to be a real insult - Estel as a friend is nice but I cannot be harboring such orc-like feelings for him!
He just wants me as a friend - a damned friend, get it?
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Meanwhile
'Both paths lead to grief,' Aragorn repeated, his heart growing colder with alarm and fear. A warrior should not fear anything, he knew, but this was no mortal thing, it meant dealing with ancient elvish magic which had been in Middle Earth for the past millions of years. An ancient magic that bonded souls together and now, threatened to bind them both to death.
'You do realise that if you should be separated, he would die sooner than you, because the ancient magic has a stronger hold on him,'
It was all his fault - he should never have asked to see Legolas with the other fellowship members again. Then, they would probably have kept secretly liking each other but at least, not seen and be in the company of each other which would now cost them both their lives.
His fault.
'Aragorn, it was fated to happen,' a stern voice of Gandalf said as the wizard guessed the man's thoughts.
'And now, you must choose your path,' Gandalf sternly warned.
Aragorn buried his head in his hands, a vulnerable child.
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'Middle Earth to Legolas! Middle Earth to Legolas,' Gimli sat, perched on a fat little cupboard, swinging his vertically-challenged body as he prodded the elf with the blunt side of his axe.
Legolas looked faintly startled - something rarely seen in elves as they were always calm creatures. His eyebrows furrowed for a second before he regained his usual calmness and looked up from where he was curled up, in an intensely flexible position with his head between his legs and his long arms curled over his legs.
'What, mellon-nin?' he enquired. He had been in the middle of his self discussion on how to settle the matter when his arms had been prodded sharply. He now thanked the heavens for the fast recovery rate of elves which would get the bruise off within minutes.
'You appear to be in a daze,' Gimli cheerily told him, reaching over to compare Legolas' bow with his axe, trying to determine which weapon was deadlier. He had caught the elf prince day-dreaming for the past three hours and was determined to find out what was so worthy of the elvish attention.
'Indeed I was, Gimli,' Legolas replied, his mind going back to what he had been thinking about.
Aragorn.
It was all he ever thought about this few days. It was like every three sentences, out appeared the name. And then every thought he made was accompanied quite unnervingly with the face.
He had been racking his brains over the matter. He and Aragorn were supposed to be mates for life but they just simply could not be together. Afterall, Aragorn would certainly die first, if of natural causes although Legolas might, due to a fight or something like that. Then, Legolas would most likely die of grief.
Either way (who died first), the other would be pained.
'There has got to be some way,' Legolas said unknowingly aloud, making Gimli raise his bushy eyebrows and enquire, 'What some way?'
'Nothing,' Legolas replied too fast and the dwarf's curiosity was piqued. This was some rare chance to get Legolas to say something.
'Are you sure? It could be a life-or-death matter - not that you elves would care, seeing you all are immortal,' Gimli shrugged in an innocent 'I'm-just-trying-to-help-by-suggesting' way, which normally made Legolas annoyed but now only made Legolas alarmed.
'Y-you know?' he stuttered, referring to the life-or-death matter, feeling alarmed that dwarves could read minds.
A 'duh-like' laugh.
'Am I Galadriel? Do you see me knowing everything - of course NOT! That was just a guess - but it seems like one, huh?' The dwarf's eyes gleamed for information and he tapped Legolas' head with his axe to catch the elvish attention when Legolas seemed to space out again.
'You hell of a scared the life out of me,' Legolas muttered as he buried his head in his hands in a very troubled manner.
There was silence for the next few minutes as the dwarf tried to figure the puzzling behavior of his friend.
'You look troubled - let me guess. You got into a fight with Thranduil? He threw you out of the house? Your daddy decided that his little Legolas darling must be protected and stay in the palace at all times?'
'No, no, NO!' Legolas exploded in exasperation.
'Firstly, I get along well with my father, if a few chit-chats are counted. Next, I might be 3000 but I do not do things that could get myself grounded or disowned! And thirdly - I am not that coddled at home - I might be the youngest, but I do not get pampered like you little dwarves!'
Legolas rolled his eyes briefly at the idea that his father ever pampered him - as if - his whole life was made out of arrows and bows, knives and warrior-training.
Gimli looked slightly offended by the last sentence but soon brightened up as he thought of another thing that could trouble Legolas.
'Aha - it must have something to do with Aragorn!' Gimli suggested, observing Legolas keenly.
'Y-you - how did you - no, never mind, who told you?!' Legolas blushed furiously, taking in Gimli's gleeful expression.
'You mean you really knocked Arwen up? Oh god - you ARE in BIG trouble!' the dwarf shouted, from his comfortable position on the cupboard.
'NO - I DID NOT!' Legolas could have sighed in relief.
'Oh fine - you don't seem willing to say. . .,' Gimli made to leave the room, only to be stopped by Legolas.
'Hang on, I-I've got something to ask you,'
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5 hours later
'I better go find Legolas to explain the situation to him,' Aragorn stood up from his council table and told Gandalf gravely. His eyes were flashing wildly, like the eyes of a practiced ranger as he keenly looked at the wizard, expecting no objections and being truly correct.
Aragorn strode, trying his best to radiate calm but failing as his footsteps increased in speed and he literally sprinted out of his chambers to the guest chambers.
He knocked only once on Legolas' door and then hastily tried the doorknob, only to find it shut tightly. Legolas had locked the door. He was out then but then, knowing the stormy weather outside, Legolas would not be that foolish as attempt braving the storm to get some entertainment.
'Legolas, I know you are in there! Legolas, get the hell out of there - I need to speak to you,' he tried, thumping his fist on the door again and again. Only to be met with an eerie silence.
'LEGOLAS!' Aragorn tried again. Just as he was about to try the hobbits' rooms, a creak was heard behind him and he saw Gimli peer out curiously from behind the door, his beard lying conveniently on the doorknob.
'King Aragorn, anything wrong?' he asked, puzzled.
'N-no, I mean, yes. Have you seen Legolas?' Aragorn asked.
'Only about four hours ago, sir. I bet you he should be in there,' Gimli answered.
'The point is he isn't. He can't be out in the storm but he isn't in there either,' Aragorn said, trying to keep his voice normal and calm.
'Do you happen to hear him mention anything about going out just now? Anything,' Aragorn asked, his heart beating a wild rhythm.
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FLASHBACK
'Yeah?' the dwarf asked.
'It's like this, ok, a friend of mine, well he liked this guy but the point is if they got together, their lives would be very painful because my friend is an elf but the guy he like is a human - what do you think he should do? Because every time he sees this guy, he hurts inside,'
Gimli thought for a while. Then spoke, 'If I were your friend, I should probably avoid seeing this guy again for the rest of his life, since it will only cause pain,'
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PRESENT
'Oh god! He's left,' Aragorn panicked as he muttered incoherently before saying something about not telling anyone, this was a private matter between him and Legolas and then broke into a mad run.
When he disappeared, leaving Gimli standing down there, wondering why the King and Legolas were both acting madly, Gimli thoughtfully scratched his beard.
'I do really think Legolas knocked Arwen up - well, best of luck to him then, hopefully he doesn't get killed by Aragorn,'
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As Aragorn leaped onto the back of his horse, his eyes were flashing wild with alarm for 'You do realise that if you should be separated, he would die sooner than you, because the ancient magic has a stronger hold on him,'
Gandalf's words echoed through his mind.
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REVIEW
1)Naitriab: What makes you think I am so nice as to put L and A together? *winks* I might just make Aragorn die in battle then leave poor Legolas pinning away and dying eventually for all you know.
2)Seelenspiel: Hmm - thanks for reviewing. But maybe L and A do not think it stupid to throw away the chance?
3)yamata dragon: Thanks for your short but sweet review. Will continue working my best.
4)Saavik13: Hmm - maybe you are right about the 'better to have loved and lost' thing.
5)Forsaken^On3: Very unique nickname you've got. Sounds cool.
6)Sillie: You have been one nice reviewer, keep up the reviewing and I might just put Estel and Legolas together.
7)Darkness Blood: Wow, thanks for reviewing three chapters.
8)lupine flower: You looking forward to an update and I just updated - so must review, ok?
9)Lady Darkness13: Yep, you're right. In my story, elves are really to 'know-it-all' for their own. If Legolas and Galadriel never knew, then we wouldn't have such an angsty story.
10)Rock-Howard-17: Your cool nickname appears again! Yep, this is indeed where all the bad luck stuff start coming in. A bit typical but I can't think of an alternate way.
11)MusumeMarron: I just updated. Thanks for being a nice reviewer!
12)Iara: I look forward to seeing more of your reviews in the future!
13)Legolas19: Due to school and homework etc, I might just be able to update only once a week, bear with me, ok?
14)lyn: Thanks for your advice.
MUST READ AND REVIEW, OK?
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Legolas' POV
Damned hands, will you stop your nervous twitching? You've been getting me funny looks from those little hobbits - and stop curling into fists! God damn me - I am drawn to a human! It ought to be a real insult - Estel as a friend is nice but I cannot be harboring such orc-like feelings for him!
He just wants me as a friend - a damned friend, get it?
************************************************
Meanwhile
'Both paths lead to grief,' Aragorn repeated, his heart growing colder with alarm and fear. A warrior should not fear anything, he knew, but this was no mortal thing, it meant dealing with ancient elvish magic which had been in Middle Earth for the past millions of years. An ancient magic that bonded souls together and now, threatened to bind them both to death.
'You do realise that if you should be separated, he would die sooner than you, because the ancient magic has a stronger hold on him,'
It was all his fault - he should never have asked to see Legolas with the other fellowship members again. Then, they would probably have kept secretly liking each other but at least, not seen and be in the company of each other which would now cost them both their lives.
His fault.
'Aragorn, it was fated to happen,' a stern voice of Gandalf said as the wizard guessed the man's thoughts.
'And now, you must choose your path,' Gandalf sternly warned.
Aragorn buried his head in his hands, a vulnerable child.
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'Middle Earth to Legolas! Middle Earth to Legolas,' Gimli sat, perched on a fat little cupboard, swinging his vertically-challenged body as he prodded the elf with the blunt side of his axe.
Legolas looked faintly startled - something rarely seen in elves as they were always calm creatures. His eyebrows furrowed for a second before he regained his usual calmness and looked up from where he was curled up, in an intensely flexible position with his head between his legs and his long arms curled over his legs.
'What, mellon-nin?' he enquired. He had been in the middle of his self discussion on how to settle the matter when his arms had been prodded sharply. He now thanked the heavens for the fast recovery rate of elves which would get the bruise off within minutes.
'You appear to be in a daze,' Gimli cheerily told him, reaching over to compare Legolas' bow with his axe, trying to determine which weapon was deadlier. He had caught the elf prince day-dreaming for the past three hours and was determined to find out what was so worthy of the elvish attention.
'Indeed I was, Gimli,' Legolas replied, his mind going back to what he had been thinking about.
Aragorn.
It was all he ever thought about this few days. It was like every three sentences, out appeared the name. And then every thought he made was accompanied quite unnervingly with the face.
He had been racking his brains over the matter. He and Aragorn were supposed to be mates for life but they just simply could not be together. Afterall, Aragorn would certainly die first, if of natural causes although Legolas might, due to a fight or something like that. Then, Legolas would most likely die of grief.
Either way (who died first), the other would be pained.
'There has got to be some way,' Legolas said unknowingly aloud, making Gimli raise his bushy eyebrows and enquire, 'What some way?'
'Nothing,' Legolas replied too fast and the dwarf's curiosity was piqued. This was some rare chance to get Legolas to say something.
'Are you sure? It could be a life-or-death matter - not that you elves would care, seeing you all are immortal,' Gimli shrugged in an innocent 'I'm-just-trying-to-help-by-suggesting' way, which normally made Legolas annoyed but now only made Legolas alarmed.
'Y-you know?' he stuttered, referring to the life-or-death matter, feeling alarmed that dwarves could read minds.
A 'duh-like' laugh.
'Am I Galadriel? Do you see me knowing everything - of course NOT! That was just a guess - but it seems like one, huh?' The dwarf's eyes gleamed for information and he tapped Legolas' head with his axe to catch the elvish attention when Legolas seemed to space out again.
'You hell of a scared the life out of me,' Legolas muttered as he buried his head in his hands in a very troubled manner.
There was silence for the next few minutes as the dwarf tried to figure the puzzling behavior of his friend.
'You look troubled - let me guess. You got into a fight with Thranduil? He threw you out of the house? Your daddy decided that his little Legolas darling must be protected and stay in the palace at all times?'
'No, no, NO!' Legolas exploded in exasperation.
'Firstly, I get along well with my father, if a few chit-chats are counted. Next, I might be 3000 but I do not do things that could get myself grounded or disowned! And thirdly - I am not that coddled at home - I might be the youngest, but I do not get pampered like you little dwarves!'
Legolas rolled his eyes briefly at the idea that his father ever pampered him - as if - his whole life was made out of arrows and bows, knives and warrior-training.
Gimli looked slightly offended by the last sentence but soon brightened up as he thought of another thing that could trouble Legolas.
'Aha - it must have something to do with Aragorn!' Gimli suggested, observing Legolas keenly.
'Y-you - how did you - no, never mind, who told you?!' Legolas blushed furiously, taking in Gimli's gleeful expression.
'You mean you really knocked Arwen up? Oh god - you ARE in BIG trouble!' the dwarf shouted, from his comfortable position on the cupboard.
'NO - I DID NOT!' Legolas could have sighed in relief.
'Oh fine - you don't seem willing to say. . .,' Gimli made to leave the room, only to be stopped by Legolas.
'Hang on, I-I've got something to ask you,'
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5 hours later
'I better go find Legolas to explain the situation to him,' Aragorn stood up from his council table and told Gandalf gravely. His eyes were flashing wildly, like the eyes of a practiced ranger as he keenly looked at the wizard, expecting no objections and being truly correct.
Aragorn strode, trying his best to radiate calm but failing as his footsteps increased in speed and he literally sprinted out of his chambers to the guest chambers.
He knocked only once on Legolas' door and then hastily tried the doorknob, only to find it shut tightly. Legolas had locked the door. He was out then but then, knowing the stormy weather outside, Legolas would not be that foolish as attempt braving the storm to get some entertainment.
'Legolas, I know you are in there! Legolas, get the hell out of there - I need to speak to you,' he tried, thumping his fist on the door again and again. Only to be met with an eerie silence.
'LEGOLAS!' Aragorn tried again. Just as he was about to try the hobbits' rooms, a creak was heard behind him and he saw Gimli peer out curiously from behind the door, his beard lying conveniently on the doorknob.
'King Aragorn, anything wrong?' he asked, puzzled.
'N-no, I mean, yes. Have you seen Legolas?' Aragorn asked.
'Only about four hours ago, sir. I bet you he should be in there,' Gimli answered.
'The point is he isn't. He can't be out in the storm but he isn't in there either,' Aragorn said, trying to keep his voice normal and calm.
'Do you happen to hear him mention anything about going out just now? Anything,' Aragorn asked, his heart beating a wild rhythm.
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FLASHBACK
'Yeah?' the dwarf asked.
'It's like this, ok, a friend of mine, well he liked this guy but the point is if they got together, their lives would be very painful because my friend is an elf but the guy he like is a human - what do you think he should do? Because every time he sees this guy, he hurts inside,'
Gimli thought for a while. Then spoke, 'If I were your friend, I should probably avoid seeing this guy again for the rest of his life, since it will only cause pain,'
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PRESENT
'Oh god! He's left,' Aragorn panicked as he muttered incoherently before saying something about not telling anyone, this was a private matter between him and Legolas and then broke into a mad run.
When he disappeared, leaving Gimli standing down there, wondering why the King and Legolas were both acting madly, Gimli thoughtfully scratched his beard.
'I do really think Legolas knocked Arwen up - well, best of luck to him then, hopefully he doesn't get killed by Aragorn,'
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As Aragorn leaped onto the back of his horse, his eyes were flashing wild with alarm for 'You do realise that if you should be separated, he would die sooner than you, because the ancient magic has a stronger hold on him,'
Gandalf's words echoed through his mind.
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REVIEW