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 jacksparrowsmistressyahoo.com
Author Notes: it's been a fucking while hasn't it? I soo sorry, I will write my formal apology to you all now! See I thought I was better then slash, I thought I was wasting my time, and then, and then I saw Troy. And I realized. I'm really not wasting my time, and I'm a slave for it, so since its been like a million years I apologize sincerely, and I will try and wrap these as fast as humanly possible. Thanks for staying with me!
Chapter 6: I Know
Gimli bounded up, rattled but not altogether discouraged by the dark gloom that encased them. Aragorn turned around, breaking the line of fire between his eyes and the cold scalding blue. But even as his gaze turned, he could feel twin holes smoldering and eating their way through his skin.
Gimli nodded, his eyes taking in the dark surroundings waiting for Aragorn to give the signal to move on, to make some gesture to show it would be all right and they could move forward. Something, anything to show that even though they were immersed in dread and danger, for this moment they were secure.
Instead he turned and continued on into the blackness, not looking at either of his companions. He tried to will the blue flames to quench themselves, and at the same time wished also to fan the flames and engulf himself in their heat.
But for the moment the ranger was blind, walking out of insecurity and into would-be disaster. And it wasn't just the darkness of the caverns that put the pressure on his blank eyes.
He waited patiently as the ghosts rose from the abyss, relishing in the obvious danger. At this moment he knew what he should be feeling. It was written out, expected; fearful, yet confident, because he knew what to do. He knew what he was supposed to do, rally undead soldiers for a near hopeless cause. That was much easier then the previous vocations.
His moves were already plotted, written out with a certain result: victory or death. Were it all things came to such. These men, dead men, robbers, rogues, murderers. He longed for the fear, a definite emotion to flow through his veins. But it didn't come, even when the ghost king with his broken crown took his first rattling step towards him.
An arrow flew through the air and pierced the mist of the ghost's head, its airy shriek brought Aragorn back to its shooter. Back to its target. Back to the field. Back to this game he wasn't sure if he was playing.
Time for the action. Time to set the course for Minas Tirith. Across black water. But first, he had to bargain and command. Words of power and strength, words fit for a king. He had to say them, he needed to reside in their power.
For he knew that the words after these, would be to tell him he didn't want him.
TBC A/N 0.0 what did I do! Oh no! I really didn't mean for that to happen! Oops....review?
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 jacksparrowsmistressyahoo.com
Author Notes: it's been a fucking while hasn't it? I soo sorry, I will write my formal apology to you all now! See I thought I was better then slash, I thought I was wasting my time, and then, and then I saw Troy. And I realized. I'm really not wasting my time, and I'm a slave for it, so since its been like a million years I apologize sincerely, and I will try and wrap these as fast as humanly possible. Thanks for staying with me!
Chapter 6: I Know
Gimli bounded up, rattled but not altogether discouraged by the dark gloom that encased them. Aragorn turned around, breaking the line of fire between his eyes and the cold scalding blue. But even as his gaze turned, he could feel twin holes smoldering and eating their way through his skin.
Gimli nodded, his eyes taking in the dark surroundings waiting for Aragorn to give the signal to move on, to make some gesture to show it would be all right and they could move forward. Something, anything to show that even though they were immersed in dread and danger, for this moment they were secure.
Instead he turned and continued on into the blackness, not looking at either of his companions. He tried to will the blue flames to quench themselves, and at the same time wished also to fan the flames and engulf himself in their heat.
But for the moment the ranger was blind, walking out of insecurity and into would-be disaster. And it wasn't just the darkness of the caverns that put the pressure on his blank eyes.
He waited patiently as the ghosts rose from the abyss, relishing in the obvious danger. At this moment he knew what he should be feeling. It was written out, expected; fearful, yet confident, because he knew what to do. He knew what he was supposed to do, rally undead soldiers for a near hopeless cause. That was much easier then the previous vocations.
His moves were already plotted, written out with a certain result: victory or death. Were it all things came to such. These men, dead men, robbers, rogues, murderers. He longed for the fear, a definite emotion to flow through his veins. But it didn't come, even when the ghost king with his broken crown took his first rattling step towards him.
An arrow flew through the air and pierced the mist of the ghost's head, its airy shriek brought Aragorn back to its shooter. Back to its target. Back to the field. Back to this game he wasn't sure if he was playing.
Time for the action. Time to set the course for Minas Tirith. Across black water. But first, he had to bargain and command. Words of power and strength, words fit for a king. He had to say them, he needed to reside in their power.
For he knew that the words after these, would be to tell him he didn't want him.
TBC A/N 0.0 what did I do! Oh no! I really didn't mean for that to happen! Oops....review?