Title: Questions Unasked
Author:
secretkeeper
Pairing:
Legolas/Aragorn
Rating:
PG-13
Disclaimer:
if I owned any of this, LOTR would be X-rated. As it stands,
I do not.
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Summary:
Some questions cannot be asked.
I cannot ask all the questions that are on my mind.
There are so many things about you, my love, that I do not understand.
I do not know why you are your own
worst critic, always putting
yourself
and your race down. You call yourself ugly; take even the
slightest
failure as evidence of your inferiority. I have seen your
family's
pride in you, how your brothers speak of you as
accomplished,
how your father loves you as much as any child of his
own
blood.
So what has brought you down? You do not say.
I cannot understand why there are such strict limits that you place on intimacy. "I need to see your face," you say. Despite the fact I told you there were far more comfortable ways of making love, you will only have that way. Why is that? Is it some strange human thing I know little about?
What are the specters that haunt your dreams during the night? "All humans have unpleasant dreams, Legolas. It's just the way we are." So why can you not share them with me?
Estel , I want to know why you suddenly became so frightened the last time we were together. I was not hurting you in any way, so why did you start pleading with me to stop? Why did you beg for me to not harm you? You did apologize. But why did it occur in the first place?
I am not allowed to be your lover in your home. Within the walls of Rivendell, I can only be a friend to you and to the twins. While the latter is true, what makes you forgo the closeness we share insideyour home? It is not that your father does not approve; far from it. Lord Elrond even said that "You have been good for Estel. I trust you will continue to be so." Not that I would even think about hurting his youngest son.
Although perhaps others may not have the same thoughts as do I.
So I lay next to you, watching you as you sleep. I long to speak my questions aloud, and to say to you, Aragorn, that I only wish to help.
But my questions remain unasked.