As we go on,
We remember,
All the times we,
Had together.
And as our lives change,
From whatever,
We will still be,
Friends forever.
Vitamin C.
CHAPTER 1
Legolas, son of Thranduil, lay on his back and studied the clouds as they scurried across the sky. He was awaiting the arrival of his closest friend and confidante, Aragorn of Arathorn.
The two had been friends for years, ever since, Aragorn was but a young lad of sixteen summers. Eighteen years later, the bonds of friendship held for them both - stronger than ever.
Legolas smiled absently as he remembered some of the scrapes that he and his friend had gotten into over the span of their association - the most recent being that of the quest of the ring and the battles that were faced then.
It was two years since Sauron had been defeated and Legolas would be the first to admit that he was BORED! The ensuing years had been peaceful and quiet, and while that was good, the elven prince knew that he had warrior blood in his veins and that he was actually spoiling for a fight.
He had spent the time after the war, clearing the country of common thieves and vandals but, due to his efficiency as a fighter, he had quickly rid the people of the bothersome pests.
He had actually reached to the point where he had attempted to learn the more menial tasks in his father's household, such as weapon forging, gardening and - his nose wrinkled - cooking and needlework.
He reflected ruefully that he must have looked exceedingly strange - the prince of Mirkwood sewing a tunic, but at least he now knew how to mend his clothes if they were ever damaged in a fight.
'What am I thinking?' Legolas shook his head. The other elves throughout Middle-Earth would have laughing fits if they ever found out. Not to mention what Aragorn would have to say...
His silver-blue eyes crinkled in sudden amusement. Knowing Estel, he would probably find a dress and present it to Legolas...with great pomp and ceremony of course!
"The sod," he murmured, as he thought about it.
Just then, his keen elven ears picked up the sound of someone trying to sneak up behind him and his lips curved in a grin. Only Aragorn would actually dare...
He waited until his friend had made it to behind him, and in a lightning fast move, brought his legs up in the air, to lock around Aragorn's neck. Then, he used that lever to launch his body into the air and pivot himself so that he landed straddling the human's shoulders.
Aragorn yelled in surprise and tried to dislodge the elf from his back. Legolas tugged on his friend's long hair and leaned back, bringing them both tumbling to the ground. Of course, at the last moment, Legolas let go and did a graceful back flip, landing in a crouch.
Aragorn lay on the grass and groaned out loud. "I'm going to kill you, you damned elf."
Legolas burst out laughing. "I doubt it Estel. You lack my skill."
Aragorn growled low in his throat and sat up. "One of these days, Greenleaf. One of these days.'
"Oh come off it, Aragorn. I'd have to be almost dead for you to get the better of me."
With that, Legolas turned and picked up his bow and arrows from the floor. "And it took you long enough to get here."
"Unlike, you elves, I can't travel like the bloody speed of light," Aragorn retorted. "Besides, you live forever - why should it matter to you whether I'm five minutes late?"
Legolas felt a grin pulling at his lips. "You have such a way with words, sweetheart," he snickered. "Is that how you deal with Arwen?"
"Oh, shut up," Aragorn muttered, his cheeks flaming at the mention of his wife.
It never ceased to amaze Legolas that after so many months of marriage, that his best friend and the Evenstar were still madly in love with each other. He was incredibly happy for them and, he had to admit, a little envious. Sometimes. He would wonder if there was someone there for him as well...or if he was destined to live out his long life in solitude.
Aragorn sensed his friend's emotions and lay his hand on the elf's shoulder. "Is something the matter?"
"It is naught, mellon nin," Legolas replied. "Just elvish musings."
Aragorn grinned. "Then you are right, it truly is naught. Especially, if it comes from your pretty head." He ducked the punch that Legolas threw at him and began to run back to the palace.
"Estel, you fool," Legolas called after him, "Do you not realize that I can overtake you in a heartbeat?"
"I'd like to see you try," was the answer.
Legolas snorted and proceeded to run after his friend. When he caught up with him - in the next thirty seconds - he was going to dump him in the fountain that stood on the palace grounds.
We remember,
All the times we,
Had together.
And as our lives change,
From whatever,
We will still be,
Friends forever.
Vitamin C.
CHAPTER 1
Legolas, son of Thranduil, lay on his back and studied the clouds as they scurried across the sky. He was awaiting the arrival of his closest friend and confidante, Aragorn of Arathorn.
The two had been friends for years, ever since, Aragorn was but a young lad of sixteen summers. Eighteen years later, the bonds of friendship held for them both - stronger than ever.
Legolas smiled absently as he remembered some of the scrapes that he and his friend had gotten into over the span of their association - the most recent being that of the quest of the ring and the battles that were faced then.
It was two years since Sauron had been defeated and Legolas would be the first to admit that he was BORED! The ensuing years had been peaceful and quiet, and while that was good, the elven prince knew that he had warrior blood in his veins and that he was actually spoiling for a fight.
He had spent the time after the war, clearing the country of common thieves and vandals but, due to his efficiency as a fighter, he had quickly rid the people of the bothersome pests.
He had actually reached to the point where he had attempted to learn the more menial tasks in his father's household, such as weapon forging, gardening and - his nose wrinkled - cooking and needlework.
He reflected ruefully that he must have looked exceedingly strange - the prince of Mirkwood sewing a tunic, but at least he now knew how to mend his clothes if they were ever damaged in a fight.
'What am I thinking?' Legolas shook his head. The other elves throughout Middle-Earth would have laughing fits if they ever found out. Not to mention what Aragorn would have to say...
His silver-blue eyes crinkled in sudden amusement. Knowing Estel, he would probably find a dress and present it to Legolas...with great pomp and ceremony of course!
"The sod," he murmured, as he thought about it.
Just then, his keen elven ears picked up the sound of someone trying to sneak up behind him and his lips curved in a grin. Only Aragorn would actually dare...
He waited until his friend had made it to behind him, and in a lightning fast move, brought his legs up in the air, to lock around Aragorn's neck. Then, he used that lever to launch his body into the air and pivot himself so that he landed straddling the human's shoulders.
Aragorn yelled in surprise and tried to dislodge the elf from his back. Legolas tugged on his friend's long hair and leaned back, bringing them both tumbling to the ground. Of course, at the last moment, Legolas let go and did a graceful back flip, landing in a crouch.
Aragorn lay on the grass and groaned out loud. "I'm going to kill you, you damned elf."
Legolas burst out laughing. "I doubt it Estel. You lack my skill."
Aragorn growled low in his throat and sat up. "One of these days, Greenleaf. One of these days.'
"Oh come off it, Aragorn. I'd have to be almost dead for you to get the better of me."
With that, Legolas turned and picked up his bow and arrows from the floor. "And it took you long enough to get here."
"Unlike, you elves, I can't travel like the bloody speed of light," Aragorn retorted. "Besides, you live forever - why should it matter to you whether I'm five minutes late?"
Legolas felt a grin pulling at his lips. "You have such a way with words, sweetheart," he snickered. "Is that how you deal with Arwen?"
"Oh, shut up," Aragorn muttered, his cheeks flaming at the mention of his wife.
It never ceased to amaze Legolas that after so many months of marriage, that his best friend and the Evenstar were still madly in love with each other. He was incredibly happy for them and, he had to admit, a little envious. Sometimes. He would wonder if there was someone there for him as well...or if he was destined to live out his long life in solitude.
Aragorn sensed his friend's emotions and lay his hand on the elf's shoulder. "Is something the matter?"
"It is naught, mellon nin," Legolas replied. "Just elvish musings."
Aragorn grinned. "Then you are right, it truly is naught. Especially, if it comes from your pretty head." He ducked the punch that Legolas threw at him and began to run back to the palace.
"Estel, you fool," Legolas called after him, "Do you not realize that I can overtake you in a heartbeat?"
"I'd like to see you try," was the answer.
Legolas snorted and proceeded to run after his friend. When he caught up with him - in the next thirty seconds - he was going to dump him in the fountain that stood on the palace grounds.