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Legolas was mumbling something and grasping wildly for something, the ale hand ignoring the cloth covering him but rather trying to reach out for something even farther. Aragorn was still unsure whether the elf would be able to survive for when he found Legolas, he had been too shocked to move for a few seconds – the elf's outline had gone all hazy, like he was dying, fading.
And Aragorn knew he was.
Fading due to love, fading due to parting with Aragorn's soul.
And now, dying.
Aragorn had been too horrified and shocked to do anything once he got the elf onto the horse, then, he had changed course to be riding for Lórien. It had taken him three days to get there and the three days had been the most night-marish of his life. It had been horrifying and fearful to watch Legolas struggle with death and almost slip to it a few times.
As Aragorn watched the Lady Galadriel gently tucking the blankets around Legolas, he remembered the times when he wished that he could share half of the pain the elf was going through. It had been like a sharp knife cutting all bonds between them during separation and on times when the pain had been too much for them, he had slowed the horse down into a trot.
'It hurts,' Legolas was muttering to someone as he helplessly scrabbled at the cloth.
And it hurts too, to see you crying in your pain, Aragorn thought as he watched the Lady Galadriel leave – she had done her best.
Then, the closed eyes of Legolas opened, the prince looked around blurrily for a few seconds before fixing his gaze upon Aragorn. Green locked into blue as Legolas frowned slightly – Aragorn had no idea whether it was due to pain or puzzlement at his presence – and then opening his mouth, but no words came out.
'Estel,' after a while, his memory seemed to come back to the prince and he said softly.
'Aye, Legolas. Prince Legolas,' Aragorn could not help himself but let himself slip into the old way he had called the elf when he was young.
A small, thin smile, almost bloodless.
'Aye, little Estel. I saw many things, many things in my parting,' the prince took a deep breath, shuddering, as if his soul was being torn further by his using of strength, 'I remembered you as a child – little human child, ward of Elrond, brother of Arwen,'
Aragorn forced back his tears, well aware that his tears would cause distress to the elf.
'Then, you do remember my tale of Ellendar and his elf lover?' Legolas had noticed the tears of the young king and asked softly, reaching a pale hand out and taking the rough, tan one of the king in his hand firmly, despite the pain and effort needed.
'Y-yes,' Aragorn choked out, unable to stop the tears from flowing freely, he turned away, not wanting the elf to see them.
'No, don't turn away from me, Estel,' a soft pause for drawing of air, 'You never turned away from me when you were young – although it does pain me to see you cry, I would rather see you cry than not see you at all,'
Legolas paused, his own eyes filled with tears.
'I thought I would never see you, Estel,' Legolas softly pulled Aragorn down, using another hand to caress the human's face. The skin felt slightly rough but Legolas smiled as he looked at the man before him.
'So did I,' Aragorn managed to say.
There was silence.
'I feel myself growing weaker – I should never have left you, Estel. But it is too late, you are well and safe here with Lady Galadriel, if you ever feel any pain from our parting. She is able to heal you, if not, your Ada will be able to,' Legolas smiled slightly at his own mentioning of Elrond as Aragorn's father.
'I want my last moments near you to be of happiness. Tell me a story, Estel,' Legolas requested softly, feeling his own life ebb away.
Aragorn thought for a moment, then began speaking.
'Well when the elf left Ellendar, Ellendar grew sad, yes, but he did not lose hope of seeing his beloved again. "Our love will not end like this," he said. He personally left his kingdom and rode alone, just to seek out his beloved.
'It took him three years, three whole years to hear any news of his lover, but eventually he did, and when he heard of the news that the elf had been recently seen travelling back to Rivendell where Arwen the fair and her father Lord Elrond dwelled.
'He traveled there immediately. Ignoring day and night, he steadily rode on, urging his horse to faster speeds just to see his beloved again. He eventually got there, about weeks after he heard of the elf.
'As he tried to enter the gates, he was held back by the elven soldiers, for they had strict instructions not to let him enter, but he fought his way in.
'At last, bloodied but triumphant, he entered the gates, and he was taken to Lord Elrond, where he, having shown his true love and devotion for the elf, was allowed to see the elf.
'And the elf, touched by his love, lived with him happily ever after,'
Then, Aragorn took Legolas' hand in his and said firmly, 'Ellendar's blood still flows on in the race of the kings, in me, and so I left my kingdom to seek you, and I found you, like Ellendar found his elf,'
A soft knock on the door, then Lady Galadriel entered, looking at the two lovers, she said, 'Aragorn, come, let Legolas rest,'
'No, Lady Galadriel,' surprisingly, it was Legolas who objected.
'I may be dying, I want Aragorn by my side,'
The Lady took a look at them, then sadly but softly said, 'So be it,'
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3 hours later
'Gandalf the White, what brings you to Lórien, is it news of Aragorn and Legolas?' Gandalf heard a female voice say somewhere behind him just before he entered the gates of the city of the Galadhrim. As he turned around, he was faced with two of the most beautiful beings in Middle Earth.
The Lady Arwen was on her horse, beside her was the Lady Eowyn.
Gandalf's white eyebrows shot up slightly, the Lady Arwen smiled slightly, and then said, 'Yes, this is the Lady Eowyn, my lover, just as Aragorn has taken Legolas for his lover, I have taken Eowyn for mine,'
'Ah yes, it is indeed due to Aragorn and Legolas that I am here,'
'Then shall we speak together, for I greatly desire to learn of what has plagued the both of them,' Eowyn asked.
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That night
Aragorn looked on, quite anxious, as Galadriel bent over his lover, and held his breath. This was the most important second of his life – Legolas' fate would be determined now.
It had been hours since Legolas fell into a deep sleep. They had spoken for a while after Galadriel's exit, of his younger self. And Legolas had said something before he slipped into the deep sleep – something had made Aragorn hopeful.
'Estel – your name means "hope" in my native tongue – for you, I shall hope for my survival, for a brighter future, for a future,'
'Aragorn?' Galadriel was looking at him now, slight amusement on her face.
'He lives, although it may take him weeks to recover, but he lives,' her words were gentle as she smiled and left the room, leaving him with his joy and hope.
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Another chapter, I do hope this story hasn't lost its excitement. I do feel it has though – someone REASSURE ME!!!
Alright, thanks for all your reviews.
R&R and if I don't get twenty reviews this time, there shall be no update.
p.s What role shall the Lady Arwen and her lover play in this story? Quite minor but I'm planning something romantic in the end.
=)
Legolas was mumbling something and grasping wildly for something, the ale hand ignoring the cloth covering him but rather trying to reach out for something even farther. Aragorn was still unsure whether the elf would be able to survive for when he found Legolas, he had been too shocked to move for a few seconds – the elf's outline had gone all hazy, like he was dying, fading.
And Aragorn knew he was.
Fading due to love, fading due to parting with Aragorn's soul.
And now, dying.
Aragorn had been too horrified and shocked to do anything once he got the elf onto the horse, then, he had changed course to be riding for Lórien. It had taken him three days to get there and the three days had been the most night-marish of his life. It had been horrifying and fearful to watch Legolas struggle with death and almost slip to it a few times.
As Aragorn watched the Lady Galadriel gently tucking the blankets around Legolas, he remembered the times when he wished that he could share half of the pain the elf was going through. It had been like a sharp knife cutting all bonds between them during separation and on times when the pain had been too much for them, he had slowed the horse down into a trot.
'It hurts,' Legolas was muttering to someone as he helplessly scrabbled at the cloth.
And it hurts too, to see you crying in your pain, Aragorn thought as he watched the Lady Galadriel leave – she had done her best.
Then, the closed eyes of Legolas opened, the prince looked around blurrily for a few seconds before fixing his gaze upon Aragorn. Green locked into blue as Legolas frowned slightly – Aragorn had no idea whether it was due to pain or puzzlement at his presence – and then opening his mouth, but no words came out.
'Estel,' after a while, his memory seemed to come back to the prince and he said softly.
'Aye, Legolas. Prince Legolas,' Aragorn could not help himself but let himself slip into the old way he had called the elf when he was young.
A small, thin smile, almost bloodless.
'Aye, little Estel. I saw many things, many things in my parting,' the prince took a deep breath, shuddering, as if his soul was being torn further by his using of strength, 'I remembered you as a child – little human child, ward of Elrond, brother of Arwen,'
Aragorn forced back his tears, well aware that his tears would cause distress to the elf.
'Then, you do remember my tale of Ellendar and his elf lover?' Legolas had noticed the tears of the young king and asked softly, reaching a pale hand out and taking the rough, tan one of the king in his hand firmly, despite the pain and effort needed.
'Y-yes,' Aragorn choked out, unable to stop the tears from flowing freely, he turned away, not wanting the elf to see them.
'No, don't turn away from me, Estel,' a soft pause for drawing of air, 'You never turned away from me when you were young – although it does pain me to see you cry, I would rather see you cry than not see you at all,'
Legolas paused, his own eyes filled with tears.
'I thought I would never see you, Estel,' Legolas softly pulled Aragorn down, using another hand to caress the human's face. The skin felt slightly rough but Legolas smiled as he looked at the man before him.
'So did I,' Aragorn managed to say.
There was silence.
'I feel myself growing weaker – I should never have left you, Estel. But it is too late, you are well and safe here with Lady Galadriel, if you ever feel any pain from our parting. She is able to heal you, if not, your Ada will be able to,' Legolas smiled slightly at his own mentioning of Elrond as Aragorn's father.
'I want my last moments near you to be of happiness. Tell me a story, Estel,' Legolas requested softly, feeling his own life ebb away.
Aragorn thought for a moment, then began speaking.
'Well when the elf left Ellendar, Ellendar grew sad, yes, but he did not lose hope of seeing his beloved again. "Our love will not end like this," he said. He personally left his kingdom and rode alone, just to seek out his beloved.
'It took him three years, three whole years to hear any news of his lover, but eventually he did, and when he heard of the news that the elf had been recently seen travelling back to Rivendell where Arwen the fair and her father Lord Elrond dwelled.
'He traveled there immediately. Ignoring day and night, he steadily rode on, urging his horse to faster speeds just to see his beloved again. He eventually got there, about weeks after he heard of the elf.
'As he tried to enter the gates, he was held back by the elven soldiers, for they had strict instructions not to let him enter, but he fought his way in.
'At last, bloodied but triumphant, he entered the gates, and he was taken to Lord Elrond, where he, having shown his true love and devotion for the elf, was allowed to see the elf.
'And the elf, touched by his love, lived with him happily ever after,'
Then, Aragorn took Legolas' hand in his and said firmly, 'Ellendar's blood still flows on in the race of the kings, in me, and so I left my kingdom to seek you, and I found you, like Ellendar found his elf,'
A soft knock on the door, then Lady Galadriel entered, looking at the two lovers, she said, 'Aragorn, come, let Legolas rest,'
'No, Lady Galadriel,' surprisingly, it was Legolas who objected.
'I may be dying, I want Aragorn by my side,'
The Lady took a look at them, then sadly but softly said, 'So be it,'
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3 hours later
'Gandalf the White, what brings you to Lórien, is it news of Aragorn and Legolas?' Gandalf heard a female voice say somewhere behind him just before he entered the gates of the city of the Galadhrim. As he turned around, he was faced with two of the most beautiful beings in Middle Earth.
The Lady Arwen was on her horse, beside her was the Lady Eowyn.
Gandalf's white eyebrows shot up slightly, the Lady Arwen smiled slightly, and then said, 'Yes, this is the Lady Eowyn, my lover, just as Aragorn has taken Legolas for his lover, I have taken Eowyn for mine,'
'Ah yes, it is indeed due to Aragorn and Legolas that I am here,'
'Then shall we speak together, for I greatly desire to learn of what has plagued the both of them,' Eowyn asked.
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That night
Aragorn looked on, quite anxious, as Galadriel bent over his lover, and held his breath. This was the most important second of his life – Legolas' fate would be determined now.
It had been hours since Legolas fell into a deep sleep. They had spoken for a while after Galadriel's exit, of his younger self. And Legolas had said something before he slipped into the deep sleep – something had made Aragorn hopeful.
'Estel – your name means "hope" in my native tongue – for you, I shall hope for my survival, for a brighter future, for a future,'
'Aragorn?' Galadriel was looking at him now, slight amusement on her face.
'He lives, although it may take him weeks to recover, but he lives,' her words were gentle as she smiled and left the room, leaving him with his joy and hope.
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Another chapter, I do hope this story hasn't lost its excitement. I do feel it has though – someone REASSURE ME!!!
Alright, thanks for all your reviews.
R&R and if I don't get twenty reviews this time, there shall be no update.
p.s What role shall the Lady Arwen and her lover play in this story? Quite minor but I'm planning something romantic in the end.
=)