No matter what we do,
No matter what they say,
When the sun comes shining through,
Then the clouds won't stay.
And everywhere we go,
The sun won't always shine.
But tomorrow will find a way,
All the other times.
Christina Aguilera
CHAPTER 2
AUTHORS NOTE: Hi guys! I'm pretty new to the whole LOTR scene, and it's DAMN hard to find the books these days, so please, feel free to correct any mistakes that you find in my story! Thanks!
Aragorn muttered to himself as he entered his chamber. The bloody elf had picked him up as if he weighed no more than a mere toddler and had dumped him unceremoniously into the large fountain in the middle of the palace grounds. And then he had the gall to stand up, just out of arm's reach, as Aragorn sputtered furiously and LAUGH!
He grinned though, as he remembered the elf's startled expression as he was smacked in the face by one of the water plants that were placed in the fountain for decoration. The dunking that had followed was worth those few precious seconds of seeing Legolas with his mouth agape, and greenery trailing from his head.
Shaking his head at their antics, he quickly stripped and dried himself, then pulled on a tunic of a deep wine red along with dark brown leggings. A knock on his door, had him glancing up, and then calling, "Come in."
The door swung open and Thranduil walked in. he surveyed Aragorn, his lips curving in amusement at the human's wet hair.
"I would have assumed that you and my son would have outgrown such childish games as you two got older," he began.
"Legolas doesn't get any older," Aragorn interjected.
Thranduil laughed at that. "Well, that IS a point. Well, as your minds matured, then."
Aragorn shook his head at that and studied the tall elf. "Your son has grown into a fine prince and warrior," he said. "I am proud to call him my friend."
"As well I take pride in calling him my son," Thranduil replied, a trifle gruffly. "He's grown well."
"Okay," Aragorn said with a little laugh, "before we begin to get all sentimental over Legolas, let's get down to business."
Thranduil nodded in assent. "Yes Elessar. I agree. What has brought you to Mirkwood? Besides getting thrashed by my son." He could not resist that little shot.
Aragorn shot a sardonic glance at the king. "He's had two thousand years of practice!" he exclaimed in his own defense.
Thranduil simply smirked and held up his hand for peace. "Fine, Elessar. Now onto more serious matters."
"Yes." Aragorn cleared his throat. "It's Mordor."
"What do you mean by that?" Thranduil asked, his every being alert at the mention of the dreaded country. "I thought that ever since the defeat of Sauron, Mordor was safe."
"So did I, but Arwen had a dream a few nights ago that disturbed her greatly. In it, there came a new evil, something bred in Mordor - out of the Mountain Of Fire - and created with all of the evil that Sauron had in his heart."
Thranduil sighed. "I fear that Arwen might be right, Estel. Recently, Legolas has been restless and worried for no apparent reason and now that you bring these tidings, my son's strange behavior can be somewhat explained."
Aragorn frowned. "Has he been dreaming as well?"
Thranduil made a dismissive gesture. "You should know Legolas well enough by now. If he was experiencing any trouble, he would never even THINK about telling us."
Aragorn nodded, well used to the behaviour of his elvish friend. Legolas, like Aragorn had a habit of downplaying his problems, both physical and emotional. Wryly, he thought that they made a fine pair, an elf and a man, both too stubborn and prideful to admit that they were hurt - something that always seemed to happen to either one or both on each of their adventures.
"I'll talk to him later," he promised Thranduil and the king nodded in assent. He clasped Aragorn's shoulder briefly, and then took his leave.
Aragorn quickly combed his hair and pulled on his boots. After clasping a cloak around his shoulders, he headed out to find his friend.
He found Legolas sitting in the garden of the palace of Mirkwood. His friend was perched on the arm of a stone bench, his face upturned in the breeze. His fair hair danced in the wind, and he had a smile on his features. As Aragorn approached, the elf turned to welcome him.
"Mellon nin, the trees are singing," Legolas informed him.
"Any reason in particular?" Aragorn asked.
"None but the sheer pleasure of being alive," Legolas replied. "It has been so many months since Sauron's defeat and yet they still remember the fear and uncertainty of whether Middle Earth would survive. They sing of life and celebration still."
Aragorn saw the mention of Sauron as the perfect opportunity to bring up what he had discussed with King Thranduil.
"Legolas," he began, tentatively.
"Yes, Estel, my dreams of late have been dark and full of disaster. Something is arising - something out of Mordor."
At Aragorn's stunned look, he laughed softly. "Don't you think that I know you and my father well enough by now? It was obvious that you two would discuss me." He threw a mocking but friendly glare at his friend. "Fussy, mothering idiots."
Aragorn lightly punched the elf on his shoulder. "If someone didn't take care of you, you reckless being, you'd probably have had your head separated from your shoulders a long time ago."
"Hardly likely, Aragorn. I haven't been around for thousands of years for nothing." Legolas stood gracefully. "Come. Let us go inside and I will tell you about my dreams."
No matter what they say,
When the sun comes shining through,
Then the clouds won't stay.
And everywhere we go,
The sun won't always shine.
But tomorrow will find a way,
All the other times.
Christina Aguilera
CHAPTER 2
AUTHORS NOTE: Hi guys! I'm pretty new to the whole LOTR scene, and it's DAMN hard to find the books these days, so please, feel free to correct any mistakes that you find in my story! Thanks!
Aragorn muttered to himself as he entered his chamber. The bloody elf had picked him up as if he weighed no more than a mere toddler and had dumped him unceremoniously into the large fountain in the middle of the palace grounds. And then he had the gall to stand up, just out of arm's reach, as Aragorn sputtered furiously and LAUGH!
He grinned though, as he remembered the elf's startled expression as he was smacked in the face by one of the water plants that were placed in the fountain for decoration. The dunking that had followed was worth those few precious seconds of seeing Legolas with his mouth agape, and greenery trailing from his head.
Shaking his head at their antics, he quickly stripped and dried himself, then pulled on a tunic of a deep wine red along with dark brown leggings. A knock on his door, had him glancing up, and then calling, "Come in."
The door swung open and Thranduil walked in. he surveyed Aragorn, his lips curving in amusement at the human's wet hair.
"I would have assumed that you and my son would have outgrown such childish games as you two got older," he began.
"Legolas doesn't get any older," Aragorn interjected.
Thranduil laughed at that. "Well, that IS a point. Well, as your minds matured, then."
Aragorn shook his head at that and studied the tall elf. "Your son has grown into a fine prince and warrior," he said. "I am proud to call him my friend."
"As well I take pride in calling him my son," Thranduil replied, a trifle gruffly. "He's grown well."
"Okay," Aragorn said with a little laugh, "before we begin to get all sentimental over Legolas, let's get down to business."
Thranduil nodded in assent. "Yes Elessar. I agree. What has brought you to Mirkwood? Besides getting thrashed by my son." He could not resist that little shot.
Aragorn shot a sardonic glance at the king. "He's had two thousand years of practice!" he exclaimed in his own defense.
Thranduil simply smirked and held up his hand for peace. "Fine, Elessar. Now onto more serious matters."
"Yes." Aragorn cleared his throat. "It's Mordor."
"What do you mean by that?" Thranduil asked, his every being alert at the mention of the dreaded country. "I thought that ever since the defeat of Sauron, Mordor was safe."
"So did I, but Arwen had a dream a few nights ago that disturbed her greatly. In it, there came a new evil, something bred in Mordor - out of the Mountain Of Fire - and created with all of the evil that Sauron had in his heart."
Thranduil sighed. "I fear that Arwen might be right, Estel. Recently, Legolas has been restless and worried for no apparent reason and now that you bring these tidings, my son's strange behavior can be somewhat explained."
Aragorn frowned. "Has he been dreaming as well?"
Thranduil made a dismissive gesture. "You should know Legolas well enough by now. If he was experiencing any trouble, he would never even THINK about telling us."
Aragorn nodded, well used to the behaviour of his elvish friend. Legolas, like Aragorn had a habit of downplaying his problems, both physical and emotional. Wryly, he thought that they made a fine pair, an elf and a man, both too stubborn and prideful to admit that they were hurt - something that always seemed to happen to either one or both on each of their adventures.
"I'll talk to him later," he promised Thranduil and the king nodded in assent. He clasped Aragorn's shoulder briefly, and then took his leave.
Aragorn quickly combed his hair and pulled on his boots. After clasping a cloak around his shoulders, he headed out to find his friend.
He found Legolas sitting in the garden of the palace of Mirkwood. His friend was perched on the arm of a stone bench, his face upturned in the breeze. His fair hair danced in the wind, and he had a smile on his features. As Aragorn approached, the elf turned to welcome him.
"Mellon nin, the trees are singing," Legolas informed him.
"Any reason in particular?" Aragorn asked.
"None but the sheer pleasure of being alive," Legolas replied. "It has been so many months since Sauron's defeat and yet they still remember the fear and uncertainty of whether Middle Earth would survive. They sing of life and celebration still."
Aragorn saw the mention of Sauron as the perfect opportunity to bring up what he had discussed with King Thranduil.
"Legolas," he began, tentatively.
"Yes, Estel, my dreams of late have been dark and full of disaster. Something is arising - something out of Mordor."
At Aragorn's stunned look, he laughed softly. "Don't you think that I know you and my father well enough by now? It was obvious that you two would discuss me." He threw a mocking but friendly glare at his friend. "Fussy, mothering idiots."
Aragorn lightly punched the elf on his shoulder. "If someone didn't take care of you, you reckless being, you'd probably have had your head separated from your shoulders a long time ago."
"Hardly likely, Aragorn. I haven't been around for thousands of years for nothing." Legolas stood gracefully. "Come. Let us go inside and I will tell you about my dreams."