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: Well I'm doing a little better with cranking these out...but sadly I don't know what I want to do with this particular piece...any suggestions you may want to give me in REVIEWS would be helpful lol. I'm willing to do anything....thanks for reading and reviewing, it's because of you guys this happens at all....
Chapter 7: I Tried
The black hulls ripped through the equally dark water. Blunt wood savagely ripping and tearing through a serene fabric, only to have it meld back together in its wake. Silent. Untouched. As if nothing had happened. Only a few ripples scattered to the wind to mark what might have been, or might not have. Returning to the soft eternal blank.
Blank.
Aragorn envied it. It's blackness. Powering over everything, yet feeling nothing.
He could see him. Golden hair flowing through the whipping wind, as if it was some part of it. He watched him. The elf, breathing the sea air even as it poisoned his heart.
Becoming one more span between them. One more endless crevice, one where he could see the other side with his heart, but never, never with his soul. Aragorn had seen so many of these partitions- within Moria, his own love, and blood that kept him from Arwen. And all of them it seemed he had conquered, endless as they were- save this, for in this, even his heart could not see the other side.
It wasn't like there wasn't any desire...
"What should happen?" The whispered inquistion jolted him on pins and needles back to the slimy deck.
"What?" the man turned his head ever so slightly to glimpse the being beside him. But his muscles were made of iron, and the gears pivoted too slowly.
"If we do not survive to see the destruction of the ring. What should happen to Gondor, to...." The wind washed his voice away.
Aragorn knew he should have the answers. Not even that, but comfort at least.
"You believe the ring will be destroyed?"
"Yes, but only because I can not bear to believe it will not."
He stopped suddenly. As if he had run out of track rather then words. They stood in silence listening to the gentle thud of waves. The air seeming to become devoid of oxygen until Aragorn felt like choking, and to escape the intensity, throw himself into the swirling water.
But no, Legolas' voice again whirled around him and froze his blood to stone.
"If there is anything I could...do for you..."
Aragorn bristled and could feel a pit slowly twist open in his stomach.
"That is, I mean if there's something you need...we wouldn't want you to...that is...we would want you to be...ready..."
Aragorn knew in that moment what it was. Legolas's pity. It wasn't love or even lust. It was pity. All he wanted was to make sure the king was strong, 'ready'.
And that's why Aragorn couldn't do this. Want him like this. Because the moment their lips met it would acknowledge what he feared. That he was weak. And that could not happen. At any cost.
A/N oh lord I don't know
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: Well I'm doing a little better with cranking these out...but sadly I don't know what I want to do with this particular piece...any suggestions you may want to give me in REVIEWS would be helpful lol. I'm willing to do anything....thanks for reading and reviewing, it's because of you guys this happens at all....
Chapter 7: I Tried
The black hulls ripped through the equally dark water. Blunt wood savagely ripping and tearing through a serene fabric, only to have it meld back together in its wake. Silent. Untouched. As if nothing had happened. Only a few ripples scattered to the wind to mark what might have been, or might not have. Returning to the soft eternal blank.
Blank.
Aragorn envied it. It's blackness. Powering over everything, yet feeling nothing.
He could see him. Golden hair flowing through the whipping wind, as if it was some part of it. He watched him. The elf, breathing the sea air even as it poisoned his heart.
Becoming one more span between them. One more endless crevice, one where he could see the other side with his heart, but never, never with his soul. Aragorn had seen so many of these partitions- within Moria, his own love, and blood that kept him from Arwen. And all of them it seemed he had conquered, endless as they were- save this, for in this, even his heart could not see the other side.
It wasn't like there wasn't any desire...
"What should happen?" The whispered inquistion jolted him on pins and needles back to the slimy deck.
"What?" the man turned his head ever so slightly to glimpse the being beside him. But his muscles were made of iron, and the gears pivoted too slowly.
"If we do not survive to see the destruction of the ring. What should happen to Gondor, to...." The wind washed his voice away.
Aragorn knew he should have the answers. Not even that, but comfort at least.
"You believe the ring will be destroyed?"
"Yes, but only because I can not bear to believe it will not."
He stopped suddenly. As if he had run out of track rather then words. They stood in silence listening to the gentle thud of waves. The air seeming to become devoid of oxygen until Aragorn felt like choking, and to escape the intensity, throw himself into the swirling water.
But no, Legolas' voice again whirled around him and froze his blood to stone.
"If there is anything I could...do for you..."
Aragorn bristled and could feel a pit slowly twist open in his stomach.
"That is, I mean if there's something you need...we wouldn't want you to...that is...we would want you to be...ready..."
Aragorn knew in that moment what it was. Legolas's pity. It wasn't love or even lust. It was pity. All he wanted was to make sure the king was strong, 'ready'.
And that's why Aragorn couldn't do this. Want him like this. Because the moment their lips met it would acknowledge what he feared. That he was weak. And that could not happen. At any cost.
A/N oh lord I don't know