A/N: Late again, I am truly hopeless. I would like to dedicate this chapter
to Katherine. Not only has she written one of the greatest stories I have
read, Once Upon A Memory. Go read it! But she sent me the sweetest email
the other day. God I hope she updates soon. Read on everyone and many
thanks to Katherine.
Chapter 3
The man hurried through the forest, keen to find the elf. It was not that he didn't trust his lover or Rumil, it was just that the lusty elf woke something inside of him. A deep rooted insecurity, stemming from the amazement that Legolas, such a beautiful elf, would want such a rugged man. He sped up slightly as he recalled Haldir being unable to find his brother. This, by no means meant the two were together, but then again, jealousy never did listen to reason.
Hearing a disturbance to his left, he changed course, following the sound of voices. He arrived just in time to see the pair kiss.
Aragorn was stunned, momentarily immobile as he saw his lover locked in a passionate embrace with Rumil, the entwined two falling from their wooden perch into the undergrowth below. They showed no intention of stopping, or any guilty hesitation. The thought that this meeting may not be their first swept bitterly through the man's mind. He watched for a little longer, hoping the image would dissolve away into something less painful, but it did not, and sadly the man turned away and disappeared into a haze of green.
Grima himself was lost in a moment of indecision. The man had left and their was no need to carry on with this shameless distraction. However, the whole situation was very pleasing and he was enjoying himself immensely. The argument was settled as Rumil ran his hands wildly through the long golden hair and pulled 'his love' down to the ground.
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Aragorn staggered dumbly back to the talan he shared with his lover, with his former lover, he corrected. He looked upwards. The day had been beautiful, the sky a rich azure, sun shining benevolently over all it saw. Now the sky seemed little more than a grey wash, the slightest hint of blue. The sun near lost beneath the clouds. The colour lost from the sky as it was from his heart.
He mused over what he was to do next; he had not the heart or will to confront Legolas now, to interrupt his liaison. Aragorn could not face his wayward for a while; he had to collect his thoughts. He returned to the tree and its rooms the two had made their home to collect some things. He would stay with the hobbits and Gimli for a while. Their light-hearted laughter and carefree smiles would be just what he needed. They would not pry, not if he kept his heartbreak secret. He could not forget, but he could be distracted.
Bracing himself, he clambered up the branches.
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Legolas had not waited long after Aragorn had left him to see the Lady before hatching his own devious plan. Smiling at the disappearing figure, rubbing absent-mindedly at his kissed lips, missing the familiar touch already. Giggling like an elf half his age, the blond form near skipped back to the talan.
Amazed to find such beautiful roses and orchids growing freely in the forest, Legolas gently picked them, appreciative of their beauty, promising to plant more in their place. He had decided to do something romantic; it had been a long while since he had been truly romantic. He scowled as he thought of the view others had of him. Most thought that two males were incapable of such romance and tenderness. Gathering a bunch of flowers in his arms, Legolas set out to prove them all wrong.
By the time Aragorn had arrived, the elf had only just finished. The room had been scented with oils and lit sparsely by candles. Initially the room had been lit perfectly by rays of golden sunlight streaming in through the window, but alas, the room darkened as clouds formed overhead. Sighing, Legolas resigned himself to lighting a few candles. Some of the flowers in passionate reds and pinks had been placed at the bedside. Others Legolas carefully removed the petals from, and threw them haphazardly across the central bed, as if in wild abandon.
Proud of their work, elven eyes surveyed the room taking quick and careful notice of everything, ensuring it was all perfect as it should have been. Tutting softly Legolas noticed he had neglected the most important thing, himself. With great distain Legolas observed he wore simple, plain tunic and breeches. This would not do, he strode purposefully into the next room in order to change. While he did so, the man he was expecting walked in.
Aragorn's breath caught in his throat as he saw the room. It was breath- taking. Dimly lit, petals created a suggestive path towards the bed that dominated the room. It was unbearably romantic. Tears rolled down Aragorn's cheek as his realised why the elf had gone to so much trouble. Hearing soft sobs, Legolas hurried in.
"Aragorn, do not weep." He moved to touch the man's face and withdrew as if burned when the man stepped away.
"Do not touch me." The command was simple, emphasis placed on every word. Aragorn had intended to merely turn and leave, but this blasé attempt to pretend nothing had happened awoke a fiery anger within him.
"Is this some weak form of apology? A few flowers and everything will be fine. You feel you have such power over me do you Legolas? I will come running back like a good little man whatever you do. . . ."
"Aragorn I - "
"DO NOT! Do not attempt to sway me with your poison words. Do not come near me with your poison touch, your poison heart. You are but poison, I wish I had never set eyes upon you!" The man turned and left before his emotion betrayed him, the quaver in his shaky voice a sign of how much it pained him to speak so. He left a stunned elf in his wake.
As the last of the weeping sun was lost beneath the all-encompassing cloud, Legolas fell upon the petal covered bed and wept.
A/N: Ok, death threats to be sent to. . . .Please review and more ASAP.
Chapter 3
The man hurried through the forest, keen to find the elf. It was not that he didn't trust his lover or Rumil, it was just that the lusty elf woke something inside of him. A deep rooted insecurity, stemming from the amazement that Legolas, such a beautiful elf, would want such a rugged man. He sped up slightly as he recalled Haldir being unable to find his brother. This, by no means meant the two were together, but then again, jealousy never did listen to reason.
Hearing a disturbance to his left, he changed course, following the sound of voices. He arrived just in time to see the pair kiss.
Aragorn was stunned, momentarily immobile as he saw his lover locked in a passionate embrace with Rumil, the entwined two falling from their wooden perch into the undergrowth below. They showed no intention of stopping, or any guilty hesitation. The thought that this meeting may not be their first swept bitterly through the man's mind. He watched for a little longer, hoping the image would dissolve away into something less painful, but it did not, and sadly the man turned away and disappeared into a haze of green.
Grima himself was lost in a moment of indecision. The man had left and their was no need to carry on with this shameless distraction. However, the whole situation was very pleasing and he was enjoying himself immensely. The argument was settled as Rumil ran his hands wildly through the long golden hair and pulled 'his love' down to the ground.
*************************
Aragorn staggered dumbly back to the talan he shared with his lover, with his former lover, he corrected. He looked upwards. The day had been beautiful, the sky a rich azure, sun shining benevolently over all it saw. Now the sky seemed little more than a grey wash, the slightest hint of blue. The sun near lost beneath the clouds. The colour lost from the sky as it was from his heart.
He mused over what he was to do next; he had not the heart or will to confront Legolas now, to interrupt his liaison. Aragorn could not face his wayward for a while; he had to collect his thoughts. He returned to the tree and its rooms the two had made their home to collect some things. He would stay with the hobbits and Gimli for a while. Their light-hearted laughter and carefree smiles would be just what he needed. They would not pry, not if he kept his heartbreak secret. He could not forget, but he could be distracted.
Bracing himself, he clambered up the branches.
*************************
Legolas had not waited long after Aragorn had left him to see the Lady before hatching his own devious plan. Smiling at the disappearing figure, rubbing absent-mindedly at his kissed lips, missing the familiar touch already. Giggling like an elf half his age, the blond form near skipped back to the talan.
Amazed to find such beautiful roses and orchids growing freely in the forest, Legolas gently picked them, appreciative of their beauty, promising to plant more in their place. He had decided to do something romantic; it had been a long while since he had been truly romantic. He scowled as he thought of the view others had of him. Most thought that two males were incapable of such romance and tenderness. Gathering a bunch of flowers in his arms, Legolas set out to prove them all wrong.
By the time Aragorn had arrived, the elf had only just finished. The room had been scented with oils and lit sparsely by candles. Initially the room had been lit perfectly by rays of golden sunlight streaming in through the window, but alas, the room darkened as clouds formed overhead. Sighing, Legolas resigned himself to lighting a few candles. Some of the flowers in passionate reds and pinks had been placed at the bedside. Others Legolas carefully removed the petals from, and threw them haphazardly across the central bed, as if in wild abandon.
Proud of their work, elven eyes surveyed the room taking quick and careful notice of everything, ensuring it was all perfect as it should have been. Tutting softly Legolas noticed he had neglected the most important thing, himself. With great distain Legolas observed he wore simple, plain tunic and breeches. This would not do, he strode purposefully into the next room in order to change. While he did so, the man he was expecting walked in.
Aragorn's breath caught in his throat as he saw the room. It was breath- taking. Dimly lit, petals created a suggestive path towards the bed that dominated the room. It was unbearably romantic. Tears rolled down Aragorn's cheek as his realised why the elf had gone to so much trouble. Hearing soft sobs, Legolas hurried in.
"Aragorn, do not weep." He moved to touch the man's face and withdrew as if burned when the man stepped away.
"Do not touch me." The command was simple, emphasis placed on every word. Aragorn had intended to merely turn and leave, but this blasé attempt to pretend nothing had happened awoke a fiery anger within him.
"Is this some weak form of apology? A few flowers and everything will be fine. You feel you have such power over me do you Legolas? I will come running back like a good little man whatever you do. . . ."
"Aragorn I - "
"DO NOT! Do not attempt to sway me with your poison words. Do not come near me with your poison touch, your poison heart. You are but poison, I wish I had never set eyes upon you!" The man turned and left before his emotion betrayed him, the quaver in his shaky voice a sign of how much it pained him to speak so. He left a stunned elf in his wake.
As the last of the weeping sun was lost beneath the all-encompassing cloud, Legolas fell upon the petal covered bed and wept.
A/N: Ok, death threats to be sent to. . . .Please review and more ASAP.
