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It was very late...the moon was high, but somehow, the land remained dark, the only real light emitting from the dying flames of the fire. Aragorn was wide awake on his watch, humming an age old Sindarin melody for company.
The night was cold enough for one's breath to hang in the air in a silvery cloud, but not so cold that one could not sit still. The dim moonlight shone on the water of the creek that lay only yards from where he sat.
He looked over at Gimli and Legolas asleep beneath their cloaks. Gimli's eyebrow was twitching. Aragorn chuckled. That dwarf is a funny one. Beside him lay Legolas, his midsummer blue eyes open even though in deep sleep.
He turned his gaze back to the creek, thoughts of his beloved Arwen drifting in and out of his head. The last time they had seen each other had been a sorrowful day.
He'd kissed her goodbye at the gates of Rivendell, hating to see the single tear slide down her cheek. That was a sad memory...there were so many good memories to defend it. But at times like this, out in the wilderness, it was had to think of the good memories at all times.
He heard a rustle from behind him. He turned sharply, but it was merely Gimli shifting in his sleep. Legolas's eyes gazed at him as he slept. But suddenly...he blinked. Aragorn frowned. "You're awake?"
Legolas rubbed his forehead. "As of a moment or so ago." He replied, slightly sleepily.
"Did I wake you?"
"No, mellon-nin." Legolas assured him, as he got to his feet and wandered over to sit as his side.
"You are still not sleeping well?" Aragorn asked, concerned.
Legolas shook his head.
Aragorn sighed. The Elf had not been sleeping well since they left Lothlorien, and it remained a mystery to him why. He suspected Legolas knew, but was refusing to say.
The two sat in silence, Aragorn lighting his pipe. Legolas's tapered fingertips braided a strand of his hair as he saw from the corner of his eye; Aragorn's free hand touched the necklace around his neck that had been a gift from Arwen. Legolas looked over at him. Aragorn glanced at him, his hand dropping down into his lap again.
Legolas had to smile, slightly. "Swallow your pride."
The man gave him a sideways look, awkward at being noticed. "I miss her." He said, softly.
"I know you do." Legolas replied, and gazed out onto the moon-brushed water.
Aragorn smiled, sadly. "My beloved Arwen...kishya, melamin, sayaroelna..." He murmured. "At times...I fear the mere memory of her is not enough."
Legolas inhaled deeply, focusing on the dark opposite shore.
"I feel that perhaps...if I were your kind, I may feel closer to her when so far apart." Aragorn said, quietly. He sighed. "I wish I were an elf."
Legolas shut his eyes at the words. "No, Aragorn...you do not." He told him.
Aragorn broke from the gentle mindset he was in to look over at Legolas, surprised at his reply.
"Legolas-" Aragorn began.
But the Elf got up and walked away.
Aragorn sighed, exasperated but concerned. Valar, help me aid him.
A/N! Thanks so so so much
for the reviews! I would like to tell Golden-Faery-Dust that this story is not
a slash...none of my slash stories are published, so you need not worry there.
*grin*
Kishya - a word for beloved
Melamin - my love
Sayaroelna - a word for my heart
Mellon-nin - my friend
Bai bai!
PS: This won't be a particularly long fanfic...but I'm hoping it will be good.
