Title: The Stars Will Shine Brighter
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the genius which is Tolkien.
Summary: The people of Mirkwood have secluded themselves from other elves for a long time. Legolas has not seen his former best friends, the children of Elrond, for almost 2 thousand years. But when he runs into an injured human that claims to be a child of the Lord of Imladris, will he return to Imladris? Will this human become a friend?
Chapter Two:
Aragorn opened his eyes, wondering to himself what trouble he had gotten into this time. He looked around to find that he was in a camp, there was a fire going and, looking down, his wounds had been tended to. He was also not in restraints which meant that whoever had taken him here, probibly was not an enemy.
The camp was empty, whoever had helped him was obviously not here at the moment. Most likely out hunting because when Aragorn looked to the fire he saw a few pots and pans out.
"So you are awake finally." Said a soft voice from behind Aragorn. He turned around, winceing slightly, to find that his rescuer was a tall, blond elf, probibly from Mirkwood by the look of his fair features.
"Who are you?" asked Aragorn, as the elf busied himself with the meat and fruit he had attained while out forraging.
"The question is, who are you?" Asked the Elf.
"my question was first." Said the human, stubbornly.
"My question was just," Said the Elf, "I wasn't the one wounded and battling orcs in the middle of the forrest." Aragorn debated with himself and decided the elf was only being fair.
"Estel." He said, giving the name he was more commonly known by.
"It is elven." Stated Legolas. Estel, seeing no threat, explained himself.
"I was raised by the elves of Imladris." Legolas gave him a look that made Aragorn squirm under the stare so he spoke again to get the spotlight off of himself.
"So I ask again, what is your name?" Aragorn held a gaze with the elf for a moment or two before the elf returned to what he was doing and responded.
"Les." He gave the name that long ago he had told the children of Mirkwood to call him because most couldn't pronounce Legolas and eventually the nickname had expanded to all the occupants of his realm including his father.
"It is nice to meet you Les." Said Estel as he attempted to sit up. Legolas noticed the human's struggle and went over to help him up.
"Hannon le." (thank you) A/N~ I'm not great at elvish so bare with me.)
"You speak good Elvish, Estel. Living with the first born must have made you fluent." Spoke Legolas, also noticing the look in the human's eyes which said he was thanking the elf for more than just helping him stand.
"Yes, my foster father taught me it at a young age." Aragorn was surprised at the good nature of the elf, Elrond had always told him elves of Mirkwood despised humans but this one seemed to treat him as if he were another elf.
"Would you like some lembas?" (elvish bread) Legolas asked the wounded edain.
"Yes, I am starving." Aragorn responded as he leaned his back against a tree close to the fire. Legolas handed him the bread.
"where were you headed? Back to Rivendell I suppose?" Legolas inquired, still wearing his never changing plain expression. Estel breifly wondered to himself if Mirkwood elves ever smiled, before answering.
"Yes, I had just been visiting Edoras when I thought I'd come and see the woods of Greenwood before returning to my home. I was delayed by those orcs though." Said Estel with a smile.
"Delayed is one word for it." Spoke his elven companion.
"Where were you going?" Aragorn recipricated.
"Just wandering and exploring my homelands." Responded Legolas.
Estel noted the look in the elf's eyes which said he did not always get the chance to get this far from his home.
Aragorn's last concious thought before falling asleep was that he wanted to learn more about this elf and hopefully make a friend in the process.
TBC.
Another chapter for you. More to come.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the genius which is Tolkien.
Summary: The people of Mirkwood have secluded themselves from other elves for a long time. Legolas has not seen his former best friends, the children of Elrond, for almost 2 thousand years. But when he runs into an injured human that claims to be a child of the Lord of Imladris, will he return to Imladris? Will this human become a friend?
Chapter Two:
Aragorn opened his eyes, wondering to himself what trouble he had gotten into this time. He looked around to find that he was in a camp, there was a fire going and, looking down, his wounds had been tended to. He was also not in restraints which meant that whoever had taken him here, probibly was not an enemy.
The camp was empty, whoever had helped him was obviously not here at the moment. Most likely out hunting because when Aragorn looked to the fire he saw a few pots and pans out.
"So you are awake finally." Said a soft voice from behind Aragorn. He turned around, winceing slightly, to find that his rescuer was a tall, blond elf, probibly from Mirkwood by the look of his fair features.
"Who are you?" asked Aragorn, as the elf busied himself with the meat and fruit he had attained while out forraging.
"The question is, who are you?" Asked the Elf.
"my question was first." Said the human, stubbornly.
"My question was just," Said the Elf, "I wasn't the one wounded and battling orcs in the middle of the forrest." Aragorn debated with himself and decided the elf was only being fair.
"Estel." He said, giving the name he was more commonly known by.
"It is elven." Stated Legolas. Estel, seeing no threat, explained himself.
"I was raised by the elves of Imladris." Legolas gave him a look that made Aragorn squirm under the stare so he spoke again to get the spotlight off of himself.
"So I ask again, what is your name?" Aragorn held a gaze with the elf for a moment or two before the elf returned to what he was doing and responded.
"Les." He gave the name that long ago he had told the children of Mirkwood to call him because most couldn't pronounce Legolas and eventually the nickname had expanded to all the occupants of his realm including his father.
"It is nice to meet you Les." Said Estel as he attempted to sit up. Legolas noticed the human's struggle and went over to help him up.
"Hannon le." (thank you) A/N~ I'm not great at elvish so bare with me.)
"You speak good Elvish, Estel. Living with the first born must have made you fluent." Spoke Legolas, also noticing the look in the human's eyes which said he was thanking the elf for more than just helping him stand.
"Yes, my foster father taught me it at a young age." Aragorn was surprised at the good nature of the elf, Elrond had always told him elves of Mirkwood despised humans but this one seemed to treat him as if he were another elf.
"Would you like some lembas?" (elvish bread) Legolas asked the wounded edain.
"Yes, I am starving." Aragorn responded as he leaned his back against a tree close to the fire. Legolas handed him the bread.
"where were you headed? Back to Rivendell I suppose?" Legolas inquired, still wearing his never changing plain expression. Estel breifly wondered to himself if Mirkwood elves ever smiled, before answering.
"Yes, I had just been visiting Edoras when I thought I'd come and see the woods of Greenwood before returning to my home. I was delayed by those orcs though." Said Estel with a smile.
"Delayed is one word for it." Spoke his elven companion.
"Where were you going?" Aragorn recipricated.
"Just wandering and exploring my homelands." Responded Legolas.
Estel noted the look in the elf's eyes which said he did not always get the chance to get this far from his home.
Aragorn's last concious thought before falling asleep was that he wanted to learn more about this elf and hopefully make a friend in the process.
TBC.
Another chapter for you. More to come.