Don't let that turn you off, though, because this sucker's got, Aragorn/Legolas FRIENDSHIP, Arwen/Legolas romance, Arwen/Aragorn romance, cute little children, action, orc @$$ kick'n, some pranks which I hear are exceptionally funny, and people using aliases. Now if that's not what you want in a story, then why the heck are you reading my stuff, as I have a one track mind and I'm a one trick pony and this aint gonna be that different from my other stuff.
That said I'm going to put in the disclaimer which has been absent from my last two stories and then I'll get to the chase.
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas, or Aragorn, or Arwen, or Elrond, or Elladan, or Elrohir, or Thengel (Do I have your interest yet?) or Theoden (How about now?) or the name Tauron. (Huh?). I am not making any profit by the use of their names in this story, and have a really good layer if you plan on suing me, so trust me, it's not worth it.
Now, without further ado, here it is.
Tauron
Chapter one
Losing Old Friends and Making New Ones
Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood had been traveling to Rivendel o deliver a message to Lord Elrond when a sudden thrill of warning ran up his spine. He immediately stopped his mount, reaching out with his senses to locate the threat. He soon found it in the form of the trampling feet of orcs and the sounds of battle. Without a second thought, Legolas immediately headed in that direction so as to aid whoever was unfortunate enough to be caught in a battle with the foul creatures. As he went, however, the sounds of battle died down, but the trampling and cackling of the orcs remained, adding to Legolas's worry.
When Legolas came to the campsite, he was greeted with a gruesome sight. There were at least ten rangers killed, their bodies strewn about the camp, one of which Legolas recognized immediately.
"Arathorn?" Legolas cried out in dismay as he ran towards his old friend. To his surprise he found the ranger alive but fading fast.
"Legolas?" Arathorn whispered in disbelief. "How?"
"Shhh," Legolas cut him off. "You shouldn't speak mellon." His advice went unheaded, however as Arathorn had something very important to say before he left the world.
"Aragorn...you must look after him," he whispered, straining to form the words. "He's hidden in the tree. Get him and take him to Rivendel where he'll be safe. Watch over him, Legolas. Let him come to no harm." Arathorn paused as his breathing hitched in pain before continuing. "He is more important than any other man, Legolas. I know it will be he that reclaims the throne of Gondor and Arnor." Arathorn closed his eyes briefly before muttering his last words in Middle Earth. "Namarie nin mellon."
With those words, Arathorn, chieftain of the Dunedain died. leaving his young child, Aragorn as the last remaining heir of Isildur and the only man left that could unite the lands of men in the hands of Legolas Greenleaf Thranduilion, Prince of Mirkwood.
"I will not fail you mellon," Legolas whispered before going to where Arathorn said his son was hiding.
When Legolas got to the tree, he noticed a small pair of eyes looking out at him from the child's hiding place in the hollow of the tree. When he came closer, the eyes disappeared as the boy snuggled deeper into his hiding place at the sight of the stranger. Seeing this, Legolas stopped, removing all of his weapons and putting his hands up so as to show the child he was unarmed.
"It's okay, you can come out. I won't hurt you," Legolas coaxed, seeing the eyes come back.
"Who are you?" the young boy asked, eyeing the elf suspiciously.
"Don't you remember? I was there at your birthday party when you turned three." When Aragorn still didn't respond, Legolas continued. "I'm a friend of your father's, Legolas Greenleaf," Legolas said, hoping the boy would remember.
"Oh yeah! I remember you! You're the one that won the archery contest and helped me and Dad play all those jokes on people. Mamma was really mad at you!" Aragorn pronounced proudly, at last placing the blonde elf's face.
Legolas laughed at the boy's description, especially the last part. Gilraen had been furious with him after he had pulled his final trick. He had stuffed one of Gandalf's fireworks into the roasting boar and lit it causing the boar to exploded all over the place. Every person within the immediate area was covered in chunks of the creature. Then, after they had all gotten over their initial shock, the prank was well received, though before the applause had even finished, Gilraen had started chastising Legolas, producing even more laughter as shed led the prince away while holding fast one of his pointy ears.
"Yes that was me, Little one, and now I'm going t take you with me to Rivendel to see Lord Elrond," Legolas said, hoping that the boy would come without question. Unfortunately it was not so.
"What about Daddy and Mamma? Aren't they coming too?"
Legolas sighed, trying to think of how to tell the child that his parents had died that day. "Aragorn your father and mother can't come with us."
"Why?" Aragorn asked, tears forming in his eyes. "Don't they love me anymore?"
"Of course they love you, and they'll always love you," Legolas quickly reassured the child.
"Then why won't they come?" Aragorn asked, now thoroughly confused.
"It's not that the won't come, it's just that they are physically unable." Legolas got on his knees, looking the child in the eye, knowing the next thing he had to say would not be easy for him to accept. "Aragorn, today your parents died. They are never going to be able to come back to you in body, but remember this. They will always be with you and they will always watch over you. Just look inside your heart and you'll find them."
Aragorn nodded as he cried softly before being engulfed in a comforting embrace. They stayed that way for a while as Aragorn cried into Legolas's shoulder. Eventually, Aragorn cried himself to sleep, allowing Legolas to pick him up and carry him to his mount and begin the journey to Rivendel.
Okay, folks, there you go. Another Hobbit Killer Aragorn and Legolas story has come to life and this one is going to be long and complex, though right now it looks like your ordinary story with the two of them, I tell you this. IT'S DIFFERENT!
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