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1)Legolas19: Ok, I've updated and you must do your part to review, ok?
2)Forsaken^On3: Yep, Legolas and Aragorn all the way! Do you have any other favourite pairings? I like Haldir and Legolas (cos they are both beautiful) and Elrond and Thranduil.
3)Sillie: Gee, thanks for being such a loyal reviewer. *kisses and hugs*
4)Lady Darkness13: Thanks for that compliment. Honestly, I'm very pleased that my first attempt at L/A slash and LOTR fanfic is successful.
5)Iara: Wow, short and sweet. Thanks.
6)Seelenspiel: Totally agree you but *cackles evilly* might change my mind.
7)Yami Meji no Minaraikou: Maybe because all authors love to include angst? I dunno but sometimes I prefer reading humor fics with Legolas and Aragorn. I like one by Joannawrites (she's real splendid), it's called Sneezes and Swordfights. But not slash, try that out.
8)x-shadowcat: Finally see you reviewing. I was wondering what happened to you. Lol
9)Christina: Thanks for the review.
10)Rock-Howard-17: Quite true, if Legolas died it would be pointless but I think my story is rated angst also, right? I'm not sure what I put other than 'romance'.
11)MusumeMarron: You and Sillie are one of the best reviewers I've got. Lol. Thanks. I added the Gimli part for some comic relief instead of being all gloomy and going about either you die or he dies thing.
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14)Virginia woolf: Look forward to seeing you review for this chapter.
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I always knew we weren't exactly fated,
Yet I was about to tell you to give it a try,
If it failed, we'd both perish,
But knowing we did cherish.
But you chose to leave,
My sweet, foolish little elf,
To avoid bringing pain on me,
Yet did you know that when our hearts are apart,
The pain that plagues us tears us apart?
You leave now, my beautiful friend,
Thinking you could spare me the pain,
But what is fated is decided,
No amount of elf stubbornness can change that.
We must give it a try,
I must seek you out,
Not only because I love you,
But because I know you feel the same.
If we fail, we perish,
But knowing we did cherish.
Aragorn blinked, the evening sky darkened at a fast speed, the storms making it even worse. Aragorn was aware that he cut a strange figure, a lone rider, cloaked in the same way as a ranger of the wild, hooded and radiating a mysterious air. Rain droplets splashed against his rough face, occasionally getting into his greenish eyes as he rode on, urging the horse faster.
'Faster,' he murmured wildly, trying his best to calm down but ever since he realised that Legolas had left, worry had taken his heart like an unknown invader. He was thoroughly soaked by now, his hood dripped with water and he could feel some water droplets clinging onto his hair, trickling down his bare neck and his own perspiration, salty droplets of fear, gathering at his palms.
He had no time to consult Gandalf on the matter but the wizard should have been consulted. But it was too late to worry, he only could rely on his ranger instincts to steer him in the right path. A delay on the road would only cause more pain.
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Legolas' P.O.V
I left him, simple as that. I just left without notifying him. For should I have, I would have been got him into more danger. He shall get over it, although I shall never. But isn't that better than both of us never getting over it? Before we make any promises of love, it is easier to leave and let things sort themselves out.
Rain plagues me, but elves do not get sick, and my hood provides a place of hiding. I know I look just like those homeless warriors or a normal man with a hood to protect me from the rain. I have to be careful not to let any strand of golden hair get loose from the ponytail I tie at the back. Even one person could lead Aragorn to me.
A cliff is ahead. I ride towards it, eagerly needing to see the paths and forests that lie before me.
I have no actual idea where I shall go.
I do not wish to leave Middle Earth, for then I shall live forever more, in pain and agony. I want death and shall seek out the mountain caves or perhaps the forests, where it is safe.
Something wet slides out of my eyes. I swallow slightly, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. I raise one hand and brush it lightly against my cheek. Wetness stains it, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them.
Salt.
I have cried. I have shed my very first tear for a man.
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'He has gone to Mirkwood!' Aragorn deduced three hours after he first caught a strand of golden hair, just next to some horse tracks. The rain had intensified, and Aragorn had discarded his hood for it was useless in the stormy weather.
'He cannot go far or he shall perish before I get to him,' Aragorn screamed wildly, his hair dark and in locks of wetness swung as he looked at the direction in which Legolas had traveled.
So far as Aragorn knew, Legolas could only survive for at most twenty four hours, sometimes only twenty apart from him. That meant that he had only at most fifteen hours to search for the elf. Fifteen hours, and Legolas had four hours head-start. It was going to prove hard.
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2 hours later
As Legolas rode on steadily in the rain, he began to feel the first stabs of pain in his body. He had never known illness or even a strong wound but he was sure they were nothing compared to the pain now insistently plaguing him. Especially his heart.
Legolas moved a free hand to touch his chest. He could feel the wrenching pain stabbing at him, threatening to tear him apart with its ferocity. He gritted his teeth - what was all those thousand years of continuous grueling for? He involuntarily remembered when he had been sent to Rivendell years ago for a lesson on archery from Glorfindel.
It had proven one of his worse defeats and yet one of his sweetest moments. Because he had met Aragorn then. The young Aragorn, known as Estel at that time to him was barely six. A small human child who was always bugging Elladan and Elohir to teach him archery.
Legolas was sure Aragorn could not remember nor ever recall seeing him before for he was then a child of merely five or six perhaps. Not even up to Legolas' waist. A small little child who would grow up with a heavy burden. Merely a child then.
And as he remembered, Legolas felt tears leaving his blue eyes, as the stabbing grew more insistent, he recalled the first time he saw Aragorn.
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FLASHBACK
'You need to be taught humility, Prince of Mirkwood,' Glorfindel, beautiful in his sternness as ever, said sternly to the ashamed prince. Legolas had been beaten six times straight in archery, something that had never happened before back at Mirkwood and Legolas was livid with rage at himself.
I'm useless, all those years of learning and I still lose out in skill, he had thought as he acknowledged defeat from the older elf. Glorfindel only gave him a curt nod as the older elf swept away from the clearing, giving the young prince time to reflect on his own arrogance and self-confidence.
Legolas watched him leave, and when he was sure there was no- one around, he wearily sank to his knees. Rain began to drum against his sagged shoulders. He had spent all day training with Glorfindel and had been beaten so many times he was tired. In his bitter anger at himself, Legolas shut his eyes.
'Don't cry now, big elves mustn't cry,' he heard a childish voice say as the pattering of small feet on grass was heard. Legolas wearily opened his eyes, he need not fear being attacked for this was Rivendell, Lord Elrond's ruling place.
A child, a human child, just tall enough to see the top of tables, was crouching next to him. The dark locks were slightly wet with water as the child peered at him.
Seeing no response, the child continued, 'Ada says male elves mustn't cry, you are a male elf, aren't you? Or are you a female elf like my sister Arwen? You look a bit like her, only you are prettier,'
Legolas could not help but smile faintly even though the anger was still there, but the anger was slightly gone, replaced by amusement as the child tentatively touched his hair, clearly marveling at the smoothness and pale golden colour of it. This child was amusing. He called Arwen his sister and spoke the language of elves.
'Well, you better not let Arwen know you think a male elf is prettier than she is,' Legolas chuckled lightly, taking hold of the child's shoulders and looking at him.
'You're a male?' The child clearly thought he was a female. Legolas completely forgot about his bitter defeat and his rage. He now smiled back.
'Yes, I am,'
'Then you are very pretty and beautiful for a male - Ada isn't that pretty, neither is Elladan nor Elohir,' the child continued. Legolas was amazed that a human child should know all these elves. He must have some kind of connection with them.
'And who are you, little human child?' Legolas asked.
'I'm not little. I'm six,' six fingers were shown, emphasizing the age, 'And I'm Estel,'
'Estel. Hope. And what are you doing here, human boy?'
A little frown. 'I'm staying here with Ada. He's the Lord Elrond,' the child said.
'Oh,' Legolas could only manage that. This was getting weirder and weirder, this child claimed that Elrond was his father. Valar was surely playing a trick on him, Legolas decided as he watched the child stand up in the pelting rain, one small hand finding his and trying to pull him up.
'Where now?'
'Back to Ada's house, then we can have dinner,'
And one hour later, Legolas grinned slightly, his former unhappiness forgotten as Glorfindel muttered something about human children and their state of dirtiness before the older elf caught Estel and brought him up for a bath, even as Estel kicked and screamed like any child.
During dinner, Estel insisted upon sitting next to Legolas, his green eyes laughing with a child's innocence. Then, before the dinner ended, the child got up from his seat and padded over to Lord Elrond before whispering something that made Elladan who happened to be seated next to his father to burst out into laughter.
'What, is the joke, Elladan?' Glorfindel inquired, implying that should the reason be something trivial, Elladan was going to get reprimanded for the loss of dignity.
'Ask Estel to tell you himself,' Elladan laughed, his eyes on Legolas.
And Estel gazed around solemnly at them all and announced something to made them all roar with laughter.
'I'm going to marry Ada's visitor,'
Legolas could not help but smile, but he did not laugh like the rest at the child, only smile lightly. He knew at that point in time that everything was possible and he did not laugh at the child.
Lord Elrond put a stop to all the laughter with a , 'Now Estel, you cannot marry Prince Legolas here, son. He's a male like you, see?'
'No, I shall marry him,' Estel insisted and ran over to Legolas, climbing onto the elf's lap and taking the pale hands in his in a strangely affectionate manner. Legolas had never been touched so affectionately in his life and he was slightly startled. But Legolas did not push him away but merely smiled gently at the child.
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'Estel,' Legolas repeated under his breath softly. Who cared about the pain when he could remember something so long ago? A young human child touching the heart of an immortal's. The scene itself was so beautiful to him now that Legolas felt more tears leaving his eyes. Estel reaching out, sitting on his lap, the small hands seeking his and when finding them, holding them tight, refusing to let go.
Just like now. He was sure Aragorn would refuse to let go if given the chance. The child many years ago still lived in Aragorn. Aragorn still stubbornly refused to let anything change his mind.
Legolas felt himself give a choking noise and he realised that he was truly crying. He had seen Estel cry as a child and as Aragorn during the Fellowship. He had stared, slightly bewildered, as Aragorn cried in frustration, not knowing what to do. A thought had occurred to him at the moment to gently hold the human close like he had seen Elrond do before but knowing Aragorn's pride, it was not worth a try.
His heart now felt like it was breaking apart. Legolas pressed a hand close and his eyes closed in weary acceptance. He would die soon, fading away ever so slowly but surely dying.
'Estel,' he repeated again, his tears flowing down, the tears of an immortal for a mortal.
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Aragorn startled out of the vision he had just seen. His eyes were filled with tears. He had seen something from his childhood - a short memory but vital to him. No wonder he had thought Legolas familiar with they first met at the Council of Elrond. He had seen Legolas before as a child.
And he remembered.
He saw himself peering out of the bushes he was hidden in at the beautiful elf who was on his or was it her knees in the rain. The elf had been the most beautiful creature Estel had ever seen. The long blonde- gold hair drenched with rain water as the figure bowed his or her head wearily.
Estel had done based on his own instinct and went up forwards to try to comfort the big elf. Up close, Estel decided that this big elf was even prettier than his sister. And he was determined to marry this beautiful elf who talked to him.
And when the elf spoke, it was like all the beautiful elf- maidens in Rivendell playing their harps, sweet melodious music was all the elf's voice contained. Lovely music.
'Ada, when I grow up, I want to marry that beautiful big elf you invited,' Estel remembered himself telling the Lord Elrond, causing one of his brothers to laugh and then remembered the whole group of elves laughing at him, all except the Prince Legolas who merely smiled when Estel climbed onto his lap and took his hands.
'You were right, Ada, I could not possibly marry a male elf, but I will,' Aragorn swore fervently.
Legolas only had ten more hours to live. Aragorn urged his horse faster.
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If I don't get at least seventeen reviews, I shall not update. Hahaha. I hope this chapter was not too sad and tear-jerking but if you cried, good for you - at least it proves you are capable of feeling.
Reply to reviews:
1)Legolas19: Ok, I've updated and you must do your part to review, ok?
2)Forsaken^On3: Yep, Legolas and Aragorn all the way! Do you have any other favourite pairings? I like Haldir and Legolas (cos they are both beautiful) and Elrond and Thranduil.
3)Sillie: Gee, thanks for being such a loyal reviewer. *kisses and hugs*
4)Lady Darkness13: Thanks for that compliment. Honestly, I'm very pleased that my first attempt at L/A slash and LOTR fanfic is successful.
5)Iara: Wow, short and sweet. Thanks.
6)Seelenspiel: Totally agree you but *cackles evilly* might change my mind.
7)Yami Meji no Minaraikou: Maybe because all authors love to include angst? I dunno but sometimes I prefer reading humor fics with Legolas and Aragorn. I like one by Joannawrites (she's real splendid), it's called Sneezes and Swordfights. But not slash, try that out.
8)x-shadowcat: Finally see you reviewing. I was wondering what happened to you. Lol
9)Christina: Thanks for the review.
10)Rock-Howard-17: Quite true, if Legolas died it would be pointless but I think my story is rated angst also, right? I'm not sure what I put other than 'romance'.
11)MusumeMarron: You and Sillie are one of the best reviewers I've got. Lol. Thanks. I added the Gimli part for some comic relief instead of being all gloomy and going about either you die or he dies thing.
12)ShadowSpirits: Thanks a lot.
13)aj: The more evil you call me, the more evil I shall be. I shall make Aragorn see Legolas throw himself over the cliff in needed to prove to you that I am as evil as you think.
14)Virginia woolf: Look forward to seeing you review for this chapter.
15)polgara-5: Your review was like real long (not that I am complaining *winks*) and I took a while to figure out what you were talking about. But thanks!
16)uNoeWho: Thanks for your review. Why don't you review every chapter, please?
17)lupine flower: Thanks for your review. Very encouraging.
18)step: Aw - my nice little loyal reviewer *laughs* thanks lah, ok? Oh and please continue reviewing.
19)Darkness Blood: Nah, Gimli isn't evil. Must thank him you know, he's in there for comic relief.
20)ElViShAnI19: Really complicated nickname you've got. I've updated so you must review.
21)hidden-sorrow: Then please review.
22)wintermoon2: Thanks for the review. Review this chapter too, ok?
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I always knew we weren't exactly fated,
Yet I was about to tell you to give it a try,
If it failed, we'd both perish,
But knowing we did cherish.
But you chose to leave,
My sweet, foolish little elf,
To avoid bringing pain on me,
Yet did you know that when our hearts are apart,
The pain that plagues us tears us apart?
You leave now, my beautiful friend,
Thinking you could spare me the pain,
But what is fated is decided,
No amount of elf stubbornness can change that.
We must give it a try,
I must seek you out,
Not only because I love you,
But because I know you feel the same.
If we fail, we perish,
But knowing we did cherish.
Aragorn blinked, the evening sky darkened at a fast speed, the storms making it even worse. Aragorn was aware that he cut a strange figure, a lone rider, cloaked in the same way as a ranger of the wild, hooded and radiating a mysterious air. Rain droplets splashed against his rough face, occasionally getting into his greenish eyes as he rode on, urging the horse faster.
'Faster,' he murmured wildly, trying his best to calm down but ever since he realised that Legolas had left, worry had taken his heart like an unknown invader. He was thoroughly soaked by now, his hood dripped with water and he could feel some water droplets clinging onto his hair, trickling down his bare neck and his own perspiration, salty droplets of fear, gathering at his palms.
He had no time to consult Gandalf on the matter but the wizard should have been consulted. But it was too late to worry, he only could rely on his ranger instincts to steer him in the right path. A delay on the road would only cause more pain.
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Legolas' P.O.V
I left him, simple as that. I just left without notifying him. For should I have, I would have been got him into more danger. He shall get over it, although I shall never. But isn't that better than both of us never getting over it? Before we make any promises of love, it is easier to leave and let things sort themselves out.
Rain plagues me, but elves do not get sick, and my hood provides a place of hiding. I know I look just like those homeless warriors or a normal man with a hood to protect me from the rain. I have to be careful not to let any strand of golden hair get loose from the ponytail I tie at the back. Even one person could lead Aragorn to me.
A cliff is ahead. I ride towards it, eagerly needing to see the paths and forests that lie before me.
I have no actual idea where I shall go.
I do not wish to leave Middle Earth, for then I shall live forever more, in pain and agony. I want death and shall seek out the mountain caves or perhaps the forests, where it is safe.
Something wet slides out of my eyes. I swallow slightly, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. I raise one hand and brush it lightly against my cheek. Wetness stains it, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them.
Salt.
I have cried. I have shed my very first tear for a man.
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'He has gone to Mirkwood!' Aragorn deduced three hours after he first caught a strand of golden hair, just next to some horse tracks. The rain had intensified, and Aragorn had discarded his hood for it was useless in the stormy weather.
'He cannot go far or he shall perish before I get to him,' Aragorn screamed wildly, his hair dark and in locks of wetness swung as he looked at the direction in which Legolas had traveled.
So far as Aragorn knew, Legolas could only survive for at most twenty four hours, sometimes only twenty apart from him. That meant that he had only at most fifteen hours to search for the elf. Fifteen hours, and Legolas had four hours head-start. It was going to prove hard.
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2 hours later
As Legolas rode on steadily in the rain, he began to feel the first stabs of pain in his body. He had never known illness or even a strong wound but he was sure they were nothing compared to the pain now insistently plaguing him. Especially his heart.
Legolas moved a free hand to touch his chest. He could feel the wrenching pain stabbing at him, threatening to tear him apart with its ferocity. He gritted his teeth - what was all those thousand years of continuous grueling for? He involuntarily remembered when he had been sent to Rivendell years ago for a lesson on archery from Glorfindel.
It had proven one of his worse defeats and yet one of his sweetest moments. Because he had met Aragorn then. The young Aragorn, known as Estel at that time to him was barely six. A small human child who was always bugging Elladan and Elohir to teach him archery.
Legolas was sure Aragorn could not remember nor ever recall seeing him before for he was then a child of merely five or six perhaps. Not even up to Legolas' waist. A small little child who would grow up with a heavy burden. Merely a child then.
And as he remembered, Legolas felt tears leaving his blue eyes, as the stabbing grew more insistent, he recalled the first time he saw Aragorn.
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FLASHBACK
'You need to be taught humility, Prince of Mirkwood,' Glorfindel, beautiful in his sternness as ever, said sternly to the ashamed prince. Legolas had been beaten six times straight in archery, something that had never happened before back at Mirkwood and Legolas was livid with rage at himself.
I'm useless, all those years of learning and I still lose out in skill, he had thought as he acknowledged defeat from the older elf. Glorfindel only gave him a curt nod as the older elf swept away from the clearing, giving the young prince time to reflect on his own arrogance and self-confidence.
Legolas watched him leave, and when he was sure there was no- one around, he wearily sank to his knees. Rain began to drum against his sagged shoulders. He had spent all day training with Glorfindel and had been beaten so many times he was tired. In his bitter anger at himself, Legolas shut his eyes.
'Don't cry now, big elves mustn't cry,' he heard a childish voice say as the pattering of small feet on grass was heard. Legolas wearily opened his eyes, he need not fear being attacked for this was Rivendell, Lord Elrond's ruling place.
A child, a human child, just tall enough to see the top of tables, was crouching next to him. The dark locks were slightly wet with water as the child peered at him.
Seeing no response, the child continued, 'Ada says male elves mustn't cry, you are a male elf, aren't you? Or are you a female elf like my sister Arwen? You look a bit like her, only you are prettier,'
Legolas could not help but smile faintly even though the anger was still there, but the anger was slightly gone, replaced by amusement as the child tentatively touched his hair, clearly marveling at the smoothness and pale golden colour of it. This child was amusing. He called Arwen his sister and spoke the language of elves.
'Well, you better not let Arwen know you think a male elf is prettier than she is,' Legolas chuckled lightly, taking hold of the child's shoulders and looking at him.
'You're a male?' The child clearly thought he was a female. Legolas completely forgot about his bitter defeat and his rage. He now smiled back.
'Yes, I am,'
'Then you are very pretty and beautiful for a male - Ada isn't that pretty, neither is Elladan nor Elohir,' the child continued. Legolas was amazed that a human child should know all these elves. He must have some kind of connection with them.
'And who are you, little human child?' Legolas asked.
'I'm not little. I'm six,' six fingers were shown, emphasizing the age, 'And I'm Estel,'
'Estel. Hope. And what are you doing here, human boy?'
A little frown. 'I'm staying here with Ada. He's the Lord Elrond,' the child said.
'Oh,' Legolas could only manage that. This was getting weirder and weirder, this child claimed that Elrond was his father. Valar was surely playing a trick on him, Legolas decided as he watched the child stand up in the pelting rain, one small hand finding his and trying to pull him up.
'Where now?'
'Back to Ada's house, then we can have dinner,'
And one hour later, Legolas grinned slightly, his former unhappiness forgotten as Glorfindel muttered something about human children and their state of dirtiness before the older elf caught Estel and brought him up for a bath, even as Estel kicked and screamed like any child.
During dinner, Estel insisted upon sitting next to Legolas, his green eyes laughing with a child's innocence. Then, before the dinner ended, the child got up from his seat and padded over to Lord Elrond before whispering something that made Elladan who happened to be seated next to his father to burst out into laughter.
'What, is the joke, Elladan?' Glorfindel inquired, implying that should the reason be something trivial, Elladan was going to get reprimanded for the loss of dignity.
'Ask Estel to tell you himself,' Elladan laughed, his eyes on Legolas.
And Estel gazed around solemnly at them all and announced something to made them all roar with laughter.
'I'm going to marry Ada's visitor,'
Legolas could not help but smile, but he did not laugh like the rest at the child, only smile lightly. He knew at that point in time that everything was possible and he did not laugh at the child.
Lord Elrond put a stop to all the laughter with a , 'Now Estel, you cannot marry Prince Legolas here, son. He's a male like you, see?'
'No, I shall marry him,' Estel insisted and ran over to Legolas, climbing onto the elf's lap and taking the pale hands in his in a strangely affectionate manner. Legolas had never been touched so affectionately in his life and he was slightly startled. But Legolas did not push him away but merely smiled gently at the child.
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'Estel,' Legolas repeated under his breath softly. Who cared about the pain when he could remember something so long ago? A young human child touching the heart of an immortal's. The scene itself was so beautiful to him now that Legolas felt more tears leaving his eyes. Estel reaching out, sitting on his lap, the small hands seeking his and when finding them, holding them tight, refusing to let go.
Just like now. He was sure Aragorn would refuse to let go if given the chance. The child many years ago still lived in Aragorn. Aragorn still stubbornly refused to let anything change his mind.
Legolas felt himself give a choking noise and he realised that he was truly crying. He had seen Estel cry as a child and as Aragorn during the Fellowship. He had stared, slightly bewildered, as Aragorn cried in frustration, not knowing what to do. A thought had occurred to him at the moment to gently hold the human close like he had seen Elrond do before but knowing Aragorn's pride, it was not worth a try.
His heart now felt like it was breaking apart. Legolas pressed a hand close and his eyes closed in weary acceptance. He would die soon, fading away ever so slowly but surely dying.
'Estel,' he repeated again, his tears flowing down, the tears of an immortal for a mortal.
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Aragorn startled out of the vision he had just seen. His eyes were filled with tears. He had seen something from his childhood - a short memory but vital to him. No wonder he had thought Legolas familiar with they first met at the Council of Elrond. He had seen Legolas before as a child.
And he remembered.
He saw himself peering out of the bushes he was hidden in at the beautiful elf who was on his or was it her knees in the rain. The elf had been the most beautiful creature Estel had ever seen. The long blonde- gold hair drenched with rain water as the figure bowed his or her head wearily.
Estel had done based on his own instinct and went up forwards to try to comfort the big elf. Up close, Estel decided that this big elf was even prettier than his sister. And he was determined to marry this beautiful elf who talked to him.
And when the elf spoke, it was like all the beautiful elf- maidens in Rivendell playing their harps, sweet melodious music was all the elf's voice contained. Lovely music.
'Ada, when I grow up, I want to marry that beautiful big elf you invited,' Estel remembered himself telling the Lord Elrond, causing one of his brothers to laugh and then remembered the whole group of elves laughing at him, all except the Prince Legolas who merely smiled when Estel climbed onto his lap and took his hands.
'You were right, Ada, I could not possibly marry a male elf, but I will,' Aragorn swore fervently.
Legolas only had ten more hours to live. Aragorn urged his horse faster.
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R.E.V.I.E.W
If I don't get at least seventeen reviews, I shall not update. Hahaha. I hope this chapter was not too sad and tear-jerking but if you cried, good for you - at least it proves you are capable of feeling.