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Legolas' P.O.V
Will I live? Will I ever wake up from this dream? And see my true future lying await for me?
Or will I die? As a result of my foolishness – as a result of my own escaping from my own destiny? The very destiny that I now want to come true. I want to wake up, every morning, to feel Estel tightly clutched in my arms. I want to go to bed every night knowing that I will never lose him.
Never. Never ever again.
But will I get the chance?
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DREAM
Legolas was walking through this forest path. He recognised it – it was his own home in Mirkwood, but something was changed – there was light and joy all over the place, the forest bed no longer held spiders scuttling through it.
The forest was beautiful.
As a stirring breeze gently rushed through the prince's hair and his surroundings, a stray ray of sunlight broke past the defenses of the tree branches and its crown of leaves, to fall upon the area where he was standing.
The leaves which graced the ground were golden-red. Each more beautiful and royal than the first. And Legolas felt joy overcome him, then, peacefulness. This was a true land of the elves. Peace was all that it held, no war no battle.
Aragorn – if only the man could see this place, Legolas sighed, his own inner peace broken by the thought of the man he nearly lost and might lost. If only Aragorn could come and see the beauty of Mirkwood with him – if only.
'Legolas,' Legolas froze at the voice. So achingly familiar, so hauntingly beautiful, so mortal, so Aragorn. Or maybe, was it Aragorn?
'Le melin,' the voice repeated, so softly, conveying the sacredness of this phrase, yet firmly, letting the emotions involved flow through the air, to Legolas' heart, touching the immortal heart of longing ever so subtly.
'Aragorn? Estel, is that you?' Legolas scarcely believed his ears as he watched the man, once so young and helpless, now a grown man, full of scars and wisdom. So beautiful. So achingly touching. So strong.
'Yes it is,' Aragorn's lips broke into a smile as he looked at Legolas, his eyes laughing and his arms gently looping around the elf's neck as they embraced softly, Legolas holding the man close to him, wondering how all this time, all the time during the Fellowship, he had never done this.
'It is beautiful,' Legolas told the man.
'Yes but there is a place even more beautiful than this,' Aragorn objected laughingly as he smiled again, his green eyes burning with the same child-innocence that had lighted up his eyes and face decades ago.
'Where is that place?'
'Our future, Legolas,' Aragorn inclined his head softly as he said.
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2 weeks later
'The whole place is prepared for a feast held in honor and gladness of your recovery, young Legolas,' Galadriel smiled softly at the young elf who had propped himself up on the pillows.
After two weeks of lying down with only the daily visits by Aragorn to look forward to, Legolas was allowed to sit up and walk now.
'Such grandeur I cannot imagine,' Legolas said in awe at the thought of the beautiful place.
'Yet, I would rather they not celebrate for it seems to grand,' Legolas muttered shyly after a thought.
'Nonsense young Legolas,' Galadriel said softly before she swept away.
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That Night
'Legolas, hold still,' Arwen muttered as her slender elven fingers caught some of the golden hair and braided it swiftly, before fastening it with a silver pin.
'I don't dress up,' Legolas objected as he looked at the silk clothing he had been given to wear. White, silver, black and gold made up the colours of the royal cloth. A black belt with an intricate design of gold made Legolas feel over-awed.
'For my little brother you will,' Arwen smiled slightly now at the thought of Estel, all grown-up and kingly, waiting for his prince that night.
For Estel, yes, for Estel, Legolas agreed.
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That night
I don't see Estel yet, Legolas was slightly anxious, afraid that Aragorn was not there. He looked a very fine catch – his princely manners and his excellent looks. His hair was braided neatly, with a few stray strands to blow across his face, making him look mysterious and faraway.
'Legolas,' a male voice said softly. Legolas turned and saw Haldir.
'You are blessed by the Valar – dunadan, he loves you a lot, to go after you and ride restlessly for days just to get you here,' Haldir was smiling lightly, his eyes keenly fixed on the prince's face.
'You are anxious,' Haldir observed.
'Yes, I-it's just that I haven't seen Estel so far,' Legolas admitted.
'Does it trouble you so?' Haldir asked, his half smile implying he knew something as he pointed to the princess Eowyn coming their way.
'Legolas, come, let's go for a walk in the garden, Arwen and I have something for you – besides, you look agitated,' she added the last part as she studied his worried face before leading him away from the crowd of elves.
They left the hall and took several turns before they entered the garden. It was dark, save for a few lit torches and Eowyn seemed to know the grounds well as she led him to the very middle where a few torches lit a small area, enclosed by the bushes so well that if not for the route, no-one would have been able to enter.
'I yearn for your gift,' Legolas smiled slightly, his unhappiness forgotten for a while as he watched the Princess Eowyn smile gently at him.
'Indeed. If you would just wait for a while – and close your eyes,' she said.
Obediently, Legolas shut his eyes as he waited, feeling a warm breeze touch his skin before caressing his arms and face. Seconds passed, then he heard slight footsteps, he assumed it was Eowyn, coming back with Arwen, to give him a gift, not that he did not like gifts but that he would rather see Aragorn now.
'Eowyn? Arwen?' when no words were spoken, Legolas asked softly. He could almost see someone smiling.
A familiar roughness touched his cheek, pads of fingers stroked his skin softly as he heard a hoarse, manly whisper, 'No, it is Aragorn,'
Then, as his eyes opened in amazement, Aragorn firmly pressed his lips against the elf's. Looking at the mock outrage in the elf's eyes, Aragorn laughed slightly, his kiss becoming more passionate and aggressive – not that Legolas minded.
When they breathlessly parted, they stared into each other's eyes.
'Le melin,' not said by Aragorn to Legolas, nor Legolas to Aragorn, but rather, said firmly and passionately at the same time.
A same kind of love.
A lover's love.
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REVIEW!!!
Ok, this story hasn't ended yet, I will be adding an epilogue at the end, ok?
P.S If I don't get twenty reviews, I'm gonna haunt some of you, ok?
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Legolas' P.O.V
Will I live? Will I ever wake up from this dream? And see my true future lying await for me?
Or will I die? As a result of my foolishness – as a result of my own escaping from my own destiny? The very destiny that I now want to come true. I want to wake up, every morning, to feel Estel tightly clutched in my arms. I want to go to bed every night knowing that I will never lose him.
Never. Never ever again.
But will I get the chance?
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DREAM
Legolas was walking through this forest path. He recognised it – it was his own home in Mirkwood, but something was changed – there was light and joy all over the place, the forest bed no longer held spiders scuttling through it.
The forest was beautiful.
As a stirring breeze gently rushed through the prince's hair and his surroundings, a stray ray of sunlight broke past the defenses of the tree branches and its crown of leaves, to fall upon the area where he was standing.
The leaves which graced the ground were golden-red. Each more beautiful and royal than the first. And Legolas felt joy overcome him, then, peacefulness. This was a true land of the elves. Peace was all that it held, no war no battle.
Aragorn – if only the man could see this place, Legolas sighed, his own inner peace broken by the thought of the man he nearly lost and might lost. If only Aragorn could come and see the beauty of Mirkwood with him – if only.
'Legolas,' Legolas froze at the voice. So achingly familiar, so hauntingly beautiful, so mortal, so Aragorn. Or maybe, was it Aragorn?
'Le melin,' the voice repeated, so softly, conveying the sacredness of this phrase, yet firmly, letting the emotions involved flow through the air, to Legolas' heart, touching the immortal heart of longing ever so subtly.
'Aragorn? Estel, is that you?' Legolas scarcely believed his ears as he watched the man, once so young and helpless, now a grown man, full of scars and wisdom. So beautiful. So achingly touching. So strong.
'Yes it is,' Aragorn's lips broke into a smile as he looked at Legolas, his eyes laughing and his arms gently looping around the elf's neck as they embraced softly, Legolas holding the man close to him, wondering how all this time, all the time during the Fellowship, he had never done this.
'It is beautiful,' Legolas told the man.
'Yes but there is a place even more beautiful than this,' Aragorn objected laughingly as he smiled again, his green eyes burning with the same child-innocence that had lighted up his eyes and face decades ago.
'Where is that place?'
'Our future, Legolas,' Aragorn inclined his head softly as he said.
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2 weeks later
'The whole place is prepared for a feast held in honor and gladness of your recovery, young Legolas,' Galadriel smiled softly at the young elf who had propped himself up on the pillows.
After two weeks of lying down with only the daily visits by Aragorn to look forward to, Legolas was allowed to sit up and walk now.
'Such grandeur I cannot imagine,' Legolas said in awe at the thought of the beautiful place.
'Yet, I would rather they not celebrate for it seems to grand,' Legolas muttered shyly after a thought.
'Nonsense young Legolas,' Galadriel said softly before she swept away.
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That Night
'Legolas, hold still,' Arwen muttered as her slender elven fingers caught some of the golden hair and braided it swiftly, before fastening it with a silver pin.
'I don't dress up,' Legolas objected as he looked at the silk clothing he had been given to wear. White, silver, black and gold made up the colours of the royal cloth. A black belt with an intricate design of gold made Legolas feel over-awed.
'For my little brother you will,' Arwen smiled slightly now at the thought of Estel, all grown-up and kingly, waiting for his prince that night.
For Estel, yes, for Estel, Legolas agreed.
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That night
I don't see Estel yet, Legolas was slightly anxious, afraid that Aragorn was not there. He looked a very fine catch – his princely manners and his excellent looks. His hair was braided neatly, with a few stray strands to blow across his face, making him look mysterious and faraway.
'Legolas,' a male voice said softly. Legolas turned and saw Haldir.
'You are blessed by the Valar – dunadan, he loves you a lot, to go after you and ride restlessly for days just to get you here,' Haldir was smiling lightly, his eyes keenly fixed on the prince's face.
'You are anxious,' Haldir observed.
'Yes, I-it's just that I haven't seen Estel so far,' Legolas admitted.
'Does it trouble you so?' Haldir asked, his half smile implying he knew something as he pointed to the princess Eowyn coming their way.
'Legolas, come, let's go for a walk in the garden, Arwen and I have something for you – besides, you look agitated,' she added the last part as she studied his worried face before leading him away from the crowd of elves.
They left the hall and took several turns before they entered the garden. It was dark, save for a few lit torches and Eowyn seemed to know the grounds well as she led him to the very middle where a few torches lit a small area, enclosed by the bushes so well that if not for the route, no-one would have been able to enter.
'I yearn for your gift,' Legolas smiled slightly, his unhappiness forgotten for a while as he watched the Princess Eowyn smile gently at him.
'Indeed. If you would just wait for a while – and close your eyes,' she said.
Obediently, Legolas shut his eyes as he waited, feeling a warm breeze touch his skin before caressing his arms and face. Seconds passed, then he heard slight footsteps, he assumed it was Eowyn, coming back with Arwen, to give him a gift, not that he did not like gifts but that he would rather see Aragorn now.
'Eowyn? Arwen?' when no words were spoken, Legolas asked softly. He could almost see someone smiling.
A familiar roughness touched his cheek, pads of fingers stroked his skin softly as he heard a hoarse, manly whisper, 'No, it is Aragorn,'
Then, as his eyes opened in amazement, Aragorn firmly pressed his lips against the elf's. Looking at the mock outrage in the elf's eyes, Aragorn laughed slightly, his kiss becoming more passionate and aggressive – not that Legolas minded.
When they breathlessly parted, they stared into each other's eyes.
'Le melin,' not said by Aragorn to Legolas, nor Legolas to Aragorn, but rather, said firmly and passionately at the same time.
A same kind of love.
A lover's love.
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REVIEW!!!
Ok, this story hasn't ended yet, I will be adding an epilogue at the end, ok?
P.S If I don't get twenty reviews, I'm gonna haunt some of you, ok?