Until We Meet Again
Chapter 7
Farflurg- Wow you reviewed every chapter. That is above and beyond the call of duty, but I appreciate it.
M J Rosemary- I was reluctant to write this story BECAUSE there are so many Aragorn meets Legolas stories, but I wanted to begin a new AU of Lord of the Rings and this seemed the best place to start.
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Aragorn felt a cool cloth brush across his forehead. His natural reaction was the grab for the offending hand. Apparently his foe was not expecting the reaction because although Aragorn's reflexes were greatly slowed, he was still able to grab the wrist before it was pulled away.
Aragorn reached for his sword, but it was not in its usual place instead he jerked his head around to see who was there. His eyes refused to focus, but he could see the vague outline of a person.
"It's only me foolish human" Legolas sighed, "I guess this means you are feeling better, your manners have disappeared again."
"OH yes, the elf, why are you still here?" Aragorn asked, a mixture of confusion and some remaining scorn.
"I said I would help you, some elves still keep their word Aragorn son of Arathorn, even if humans don't. Now will you kindly unhand me!"
"Oh… yes." Aragorn released his grip.
Truthfully Legolas could have easily pulled his arm free, but there was something in the human's eyes that made him wonder if part of the hold was not for reassurance.
"I cannot see you clearly." Aragorn whispered.
"Yes, well you are lucky to be alive. I don't understand it myself. I was about to gather rocks to bury you. You were unconscious for almost a week."
"A week! What day is it?"
"Human, I don't even know what year it is. It may matter in your world but not in mine."
Aragorn sighed, leave it to an elf to not understand the importance of time. " My father…. Or rather King Elrond will be waiting for me."
"Your father… oh yes, I had heard that the King of Rivendell has taken a ward. Strange that he should choose you."
"What would you know of such things?" Aragorn said shifting his weight so that he could settle his back against a nearby tree.
"Nothing… nothing… simply that with your lineage, I wonder that even the sappy king of Rivendell would take you in."
"You have me at somewhat of a disadvantage elf as you know who I am but you have yet to introduce yourself to me." Aragorn grumbled, he hated to hear his foster father spoken of in such a manner but at this point he was not in any position to fight, and besides he really had no desire to kill his rescuer. Whoever his rescuer was.
"As I said before, no one of consequence, but you may call me Legolas if you wish."
Aragorn swept the name through his head, but he had no recollection of that name. He knew this elf had taken part in the last alliance, but that did not mean he was anything other than a common elf warrior. He certainly had the manners of one. "Alright then Legolas if that is your name, you can saddle my horse for me and I will be on my way."
"Only if by on your way you mean on your way back to the ground again. I don't believe you have the strength to stand let alone ride."
"Elf! It is no business of yours and besides I do not need to stand to ride. I have been riding horses nearly my entire life and I will not have you…"
"Your entire life! You mean all 10 years of it! Human you are but a mere child. Do not presume to tell me about your abilities. If you wish I will put you on your horse and send you on your way, but if you want to live to see Rivendell again you might want to reconsider. The road between here and there is treacherous, you would not make it across the Mountains. Then your father's land will be crawling with orcs, not to mention Mirkwood elves."
"You have no right to tell me what to do, you…" Aragorn paused, this was not helping him get anywhere, he cleared his throat, "I must get back to Rivendell soon."
"Why?" Legolas smirked, as his slid elegantly to the ground.
"It is really no business of yours, but I have urgent business with my…with King Elrond."
Legolas looked across the gloomy forest remembering some of the muttering of this human as he slept. He could actually remember moments when he faintly worried that this man wouldn't live. Why should he care? Why don't I just leave him here, I kept my word and now, "It is too late to leave today. Give yourself this night to regain your strength."
"What difference will one night make?" Aragorn grumbled.
Legolas rose to his feet, "and tomorrow I will travel with you… I will see you across the Misty Mountains." Legolas started out into the trees.
"Why would you do this?" Aragorn asked with suspicion.
Legolas was nearly out of hearing range, and Aragorn wasn't entirely sure he even heard the whispered, "I do not know."
Don't worry this is a decidedly NO SLASH story. Even though I have no problem with Slash, this is a NO SLASH story. Ok just thought I would tell you.
