Title: Elen Sila lumenn' tivelo
Author: JackSparrowsWhore
Rating: R
Summary: ROTK, Beginning with their stay at Edoras, Legolas and Aragorn, somethings are meant to be unlocked. A/L
Warnings: The story contains hot guys doing raunchy things to other hot guys, M/M relationships, if this ain't your thang, scoot!
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Tolkien does. As he rules and such. I have NOTHING.
Beta: The fabbity Laurel who made me do this in the first place.
Archive: Just email jacksparrowsmistress@yahoo.com
Author Notes: Review please! This is reaching epidemic proportions! Thanks so much to all of you guys who did! It means the world to me! I'd update this a lot faster but I'm alternating between fics so.you know, also school is all consuming. Man I think if Sauron met some of my teachers...well you know. SO enjoy and REVIEW!
Chapter 2: Alone Together
The heavy door burst open to a room of chaos. The slumberers therein had awakened at Pippin's cries, and were now reaching for weapons, still blearily blinking with sleep. On the floor in the middle of it all lay the hobbit, writhing on the stones, his eyes and hands glued to a glowing orb that seemed to be the master of his contortion. Aragorn sprang forward grasping the sphere from Pippin, thinking only of ending the little one's suffering. Immediately fire spread through his limbs and he felt his legs fail him, as the Eye stared at him from the ball, just as it had in his dreams.
His hands felt raw around its cool surface, as if his very skin and bone was being pulled away. In one final effort he tossed the cursed thing to some corner of the room and collapsed to the floor. Darkness consumed his vision and he melted away into it's depths.
He opened his eyes slowly, a great weight felt upon them. In the distance he could hear a low dull thrum of voices. His skin still crackled with electricity, and any appendage seemed reluctant of its duty. All he could perceive was a calming blurry blue. Pain seemed to travel through his blood, still attacking him in agonizing waves. Aragorn felt his head rattle, eager to return to the realm of blackness. But he would not let it, the dull sounds grew louder, and he fixed on the swimming blue that appeared in front of him. The cerulean expanse swam before his eyes, before it started to focus into two blue points. He frowned as the points gained shape and turned into two blue eyes, in their depths swam emotion.the king frowned as he tried to read their secrets.
"My lord?"
Lashes fell shielding the eyes for a moment. But when they were again revealed they were no longer a sea but a hard wall.
"Aragorn?"
A soft voice seemed to separate itself from the general din. A light hand brushed the dark curls of hair away the man's sweat dampened face. The touch was gentle, almost a caress, delicate but unsure. He opened his eyes with renewed clarity and he looked up to see Legolas's face above him. It was then the ranger noted that he was not in fact lying on the hard floor as he should be. But rather in the arms of the elfin prince, who had been the speaker, and owner of the ocean eyes. The princes pale face was creased with a frown of concern and Aragorn wanted nothing more then to see it erased. Why after all should such a creature suffer needlessly for him?
"I am alright Legolas." He gave a weak smile to try and emphasize the point, but did not move. Legolas's feature's softened but he didn't move either. The two lay there unaware of the harsh voices around them.
"Aragorn, Legolas!" Gandalf was in the doorway looking tired and weary beckoning to them both. The elf sprang to his feet lightly without helping Aragorn to his own. The ranger stood up wary of his legs and looked to the elf to thank him, but Legolas had already departed with Gandalf.
Aragorn suddenly felt very cold, as if a blanket had been lifted from his shoulders. All he could think of was how the smooth skin had felt as it brushed by his face. A glimmer caught his eye and he looked down to see Arwen's pendant on the floor, fallen probably when he had collapsed. He lifted it gingerly, it's light waning, but as he re-clasped it about his neck, it felt all the more heavy.
TBC...
Author: JackSparrowsWhore
Rating: R
Summary: ROTK, Beginning with their stay at Edoras, Legolas and Aragorn, somethings are meant to be unlocked. A/L
Warnings: The story contains hot guys doing raunchy things to other hot guys, M/M relationships, if this ain't your thang, scoot!
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Tolkien does. As he rules and such. I have NOTHING.
Beta: The fabbity Laurel who made me do this in the first place.
Archive: Just email jacksparrowsmistress@yahoo.com
Author Notes: Review please! This is reaching epidemic proportions! Thanks so much to all of you guys who did! It means the world to me! I'd update this a lot faster but I'm alternating between fics so.you know, also school is all consuming. Man I think if Sauron met some of my teachers...well you know. SO enjoy and REVIEW!
Chapter 2: Alone Together
The heavy door burst open to a room of chaos. The slumberers therein had awakened at Pippin's cries, and were now reaching for weapons, still blearily blinking with sleep. On the floor in the middle of it all lay the hobbit, writhing on the stones, his eyes and hands glued to a glowing orb that seemed to be the master of his contortion. Aragorn sprang forward grasping the sphere from Pippin, thinking only of ending the little one's suffering. Immediately fire spread through his limbs and he felt his legs fail him, as the Eye stared at him from the ball, just as it had in his dreams.
His hands felt raw around its cool surface, as if his very skin and bone was being pulled away. In one final effort he tossed the cursed thing to some corner of the room and collapsed to the floor. Darkness consumed his vision and he melted away into it's depths.
He opened his eyes slowly, a great weight felt upon them. In the distance he could hear a low dull thrum of voices. His skin still crackled with electricity, and any appendage seemed reluctant of its duty. All he could perceive was a calming blurry blue. Pain seemed to travel through his blood, still attacking him in agonizing waves. Aragorn felt his head rattle, eager to return to the realm of blackness. But he would not let it, the dull sounds grew louder, and he fixed on the swimming blue that appeared in front of him. The cerulean expanse swam before his eyes, before it started to focus into two blue points. He frowned as the points gained shape and turned into two blue eyes, in their depths swam emotion.the king frowned as he tried to read their secrets.
"My lord?"
Lashes fell shielding the eyes for a moment. But when they were again revealed they were no longer a sea but a hard wall.
"Aragorn?"
A soft voice seemed to separate itself from the general din. A light hand brushed the dark curls of hair away the man's sweat dampened face. The touch was gentle, almost a caress, delicate but unsure. He opened his eyes with renewed clarity and he looked up to see Legolas's face above him. It was then the ranger noted that he was not in fact lying on the hard floor as he should be. But rather in the arms of the elfin prince, who had been the speaker, and owner of the ocean eyes. The princes pale face was creased with a frown of concern and Aragorn wanted nothing more then to see it erased. Why after all should such a creature suffer needlessly for him?
"I am alright Legolas." He gave a weak smile to try and emphasize the point, but did not move. Legolas's feature's softened but he didn't move either. The two lay there unaware of the harsh voices around them.
"Aragorn, Legolas!" Gandalf was in the doorway looking tired and weary beckoning to them both. The elf sprang to his feet lightly without helping Aragorn to his own. The ranger stood up wary of his legs and looked to the elf to thank him, but Legolas had already departed with Gandalf.
Aragorn suddenly felt very cold, as if a blanket had been lifted from his shoulders. All he could think of was how the smooth skin had felt as it brushed by his face. A glimmer caught his eye and he looked down to see Arwen's pendant on the floor, fallen probably when he had collapsed. He lifted it gingerly, it's light waning, but as he re-clasped it about his neck, it felt all the more heavy.
TBC...