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: I'm sorry so sorry that this is late. But I was busy, then I almost caught an pneumonia then I almost went to Hospital THEN I had extra exams....it's been rough but I am here now! To bring you that little dose of passion you need to function properly. Ok here we go
Chapter 3: Blissful Lies
Aragorn slammed the door behind him, the heavy oak pressed against his back as he caught his breath. The morning had broken, the thin rays of light barely creeping through the blackness of night. It would happen soon. He could feel it. The Hall had emptied to the throne room. Gandalf was furious again with the over-zealousness of Pippin. Whatever news could be told of the hobbit's brief brush with evil, Aragorn had no mind to hear. He didn't want to see the Riders and he didn't want to discuss the future, of battles and defense. He didn't want to endure the endless questions ever jettisoned at him by the lady Eowyn.
As a matter of fact he didn't know what he wanted. But it wasn't then, or later, but it might have been gone. He had claimed the beautiful Evenstar. And even now he possessed her, her very life dangling precariously around his neck. But even a prize so great as she, couldn't help but feel..hollow.
If perchance he somehow survived this time and he regained his thrown, and all that anyone had ever hoped for him became true. He wouldn't be the ranger from the North that had blindly loved the unattainable princess.
He wouldn't be Strider really Aragorn. He would be Aragorn Elfstone. He would have seen, done, experienced things, that she could not even begin to imagine. But it was too late now. It was all too late.
Voices. In the hall. He hadn't heard the footsteps approach.
"Have you seen the Lord Aragorn?" Curses Eowyn, definitely her. Why why why! He hoped the answerer of the question didn't know.
"I apologize my Lady, I haven't seen him since this morning. Have you tried the throne room?" The cool voice drifted through the door and wrapped itself around Aragorn's soul. Legolas, no wonder he hadn't heard the steps.
"Thank you Lord Legolas." There was a hurried retreat down the hall. Must that insufferable maid call everyone Lord?
Aragorn decided that if she arrived in the hall searching for him, others would question his whereabouts as well. He waited for the soft padding of elven feet down the hall. But the elf continued to speak, even though his audience had left.
"I would assume that Lord Aragorn would have his purposes for hiding behind doors. However I am but a simple wood elf and am unlearned in the ways of human kings."
Aragorn remained still, feeling like a little boy caught at something he ought be doing. There was no real way to recover from this with dignity.
"I should guess by this time that the almighty King of Men has understood that I am very much on to him. Would he now be trying to find a dignified way to emerge from his space to rebuke me for in anyway humiliating him?"
Aragorn sighed from his side of the door. "Yes oh wise elf lord. But I see now there is no fooling you." He opened the door and emerged reluctantly into the hall.
"Why my Lord, I did not know you dwelled within. You startled me!"
Aragorn couldn't help but smile. "I would hold your tongue if I was you elf" he growled playfully.
"And what will you do if I don't?"
The smile slowly slid from Aragorn's face as he seriously considered what he would * could * do to the elf.
Legolas's eye's widened and a faint blush crept up his ears. However it was a that moment that Gimli cam trundling down the hall demanding to know where Aragorn had been. By the time Aragorn had responded to the dwarves liking, Legolas had disappeared.
TBC. REVIEW!!!!!!!!! Bitte! Danke! Ich liebe dich! (german exams sorry)
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: I'm sorry so sorry that this is late. But I was busy, then I almost caught an pneumonia then I almost went to Hospital THEN I had extra exams....it's been rough but I am here now! To bring you that little dose of passion you need to function properly. Ok here we go
Chapter 3: Blissful Lies
Aragorn slammed the door behind him, the heavy oak pressed against his back as he caught his breath. The morning had broken, the thin rays of light barely creeping through the blackness of night. It would happen soon. He could feel it. The Hall had emptied to the throne room. Gandalf was furious again with the over-zealousness of Pippin. Whatever news could be told of the hobbit's brief brush with evil, Aragorn had no mind to hear. He didn't want to see the Riders and he didn't want to discuss the future, of battles and defense. He didn't want to endure the endless questions ever jettisoned at him by the lady Eowyn.
As a matter of fact he didn't know what he wanted. But it wasn't then, or later, but it might have been gone. He had claimed the beautiful Evenstar. And even now he possessed her, her very life dangling precariously around his neck. But even a prize so great as she, couldn't help but feel..hollow.
If perchance he somehow survived this time and he regained his thrown, and all that anyone had ever hoped for him became true. He wouldn't be the ranger from the North that had blindly loved the unattainable princess.
He wouldn't be Strider really Aragorn. He would be Aragorn Elfstone. He would have seen, done, experienced things, that she could not even begin to imagine. But it was too late now. It was all too late.
Voices. In the hall. He hadn't heard the footsteps approach.
"Have you seen the Lord Aragorn?" Curses Eowyn, definitely her. Why why why! He hoped the answerer of the question didn't know.
"I apologize my Lady, I haven't seen him since this morning. Have you tried the throne room?" The cool voice drifted through the door and wrapped itself around Aragorn's soul. Legolas, no wonder he hadn't heard the steps.
"Thank you Lord Legolas." There was a hurried retreat down the hall. Must that insufferable maid call everyone Lord?
Aragorn decided that if she arrived in the hall searching for him, others would question his whereabouts as well. He waited for the soft padding of elven feet down the hall. But the elf continued to speak, even though his audience had left.
"I would assume that Lord Aragorn would have his purposes for hiding behind doors. However I am but a simple wood elf and am unlearned in the ways of human kings."
Aragorn remained still, feeling like a little boy caught at something he ought be doing. There was no real way to recover from this with dignity.
"I should guess by this time that the almighty King of Men has understood that I am very much on to him. Would he now be trying to find a dignified way to emerge from his space to rebuke me for in anyway humiliating him?"
Aragorn sighed from his side of the door. "Yes oh wise elf lord. But I see now there is no fooling you." He opened the door and emerged reluctantly into the hall.
"Why my Lord, I did not know you dwelled within. You startled me!"
Aragorn couldn't help but smile. "I would hold your tongue if I was you elf" he growled playfully.
"And what will you do if I don't?"
The smile slowly slid from Aragorn's face as he seriously considered what he would * could * do to the elf.
Legolas's eye's widened and a faint blush crept up his ears. However it was a that moment that Gimli cam trundling down the hall demanding to know where Aragorn had been. By the time Aragorn had responded to the dwarves liking, Legolas had disappeared.
TBC. REVIEW!!!!!!!!! Bitte! Danke! Ich liebe dich! (german exams sorry)