Title: Wasn't Meant To Be
Summary: AU. Mirkwood and Gondor have long been enemies. Legolas and Aragorn find a special bond growing between them. But their relationship is far from being free of hardships. Slash.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, or the settings. All belongs to J.J.R. Tolkien.
I do enjoy constructive criticism. But please, do not insult my stories; if you don't like them, I hope that no one is forcing you to read them. Legolas isn't exactly the Legolas that we all know and love, but I promise you he will get better.
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Chapter One: A Meeting In The Woods
The trees whispered to one another as an agile, lithe figure traveled through the forest they inhabited. The nimble individual seemed to not even touch the forest floor as he ran, but almost to fly. He was a stranger to these lands, having traveled from a great distance. His golden blond hair that whipped in the wind fell neatly around a light, attractive face as he suddenly stopped. And listened. Hearing footsteps in the distance, he realized that he was being followed.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me" He sighed in annoyance.
Quickly, he jumped up into a nearby tree. His greenish-brown cloak helped him to blend in easily in the woods. Without making a sound, he made sure that he was entirely out of the view of his followers.
Soon enough, moments after he had hidden, a small band of Orcs came into view. Vile and disgusting creatures, many of them carrying swords, axes, and other weapons of the such. Dark, blackened faces, disfigured and mutilated, quite the opposite of the one they had been tracking.
The hidden face sneered in disgust as he drew his bow and arrows. In a flash, an arrow buried itself in the neck of one of the foul creatures. Another fell soon afterwards. The rest of them looked around for their attacker. Discarding his bow, the figure dropped from the tree and drew the two long knives he carried on his back. As the Orcs drew closer to him in attack, he quickly drew his arm and the blade of the knife slashed open the neck of the creature. The other found its way into the abdomen of another Orc. The graceful creature withdrew his weapons and slowly approached the rest of them.
A few of the remaining backed away in fear, by the sheer ferocity that the one before them fought with. Showing no mercy, he continued forward towards them swinging his knives and smirking as he could see the terror in their eyes. As they collided in battle, their attention was shortly distracted by another man joining them in their combat. Carefully blocking and dodging their attacks, he wielded his sword confidently and the bodies of the Orcs started to fall quicker than before.
As the last Orc stared at his fallen comrades, he looked up to see a beautiful face marred with hatred and the glee of destruction, right before the knife slash open his throat and he fell to the ground.
Carefully stepping over the bodies, he wiped the blood off his weapons. He turned and looked at the newcomer, who quickly questioned his physical condition. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" The man was traveling alone when he had heard the sounds of a fight. He hurried over just in time to see an elf attacked by ferocious Orcs from Mordor.
The blond elf laughed at his worry. "Oh, I'm perfectly fine" He was quite aware that the fair looks that he received from his mother caused others to think of him as delicate and fragile. "But thank you for your concern". Paying the man no more mind, he turned away from the man and proceeded on his way.
"Wait a moment". He was not sure why, but the man was anxious not to part ways so soon. It had been a long and lonesome journey for him. And he was sad to say that he was desperate for some company.
The elf slowly turned around, clearly showing his disdain for once again being delayed. "Yes?"
"Where are you head to? Perhaps we could travel together. There might be more of these foul creatures lurking around. These woods can be quite dangerous during the night".
The elf scoffed and narrowed his eyes, thinking about the meddlesome tactics of men. "I don't believe I asked for your help, nor do I need it".
The man quickly tried to persuade him again. "I didn't mean to offend. But if you are head in the direction of Gondor, there is no need for us to travel apart".
"As a matter of fact, I am headed towards Gondor. However, I travel alone". With that said he turned and quickly disappeared from sight through the thick trees of the woods.
Aragorn sighed as he watched the elf depart. Truthfully, he was not looking forward to arriving in Gondor. He was hoping for a reason to delay his arrival in the city of men. As the rightful king of Gondor, he would soon have to take the throne.
Continuing on his way, he couldn't help but think about the elf that he encountered. Granted, he wasn't very friendly, but he was certainly something to look at. Long, golden hair, perfect features, and he could most definitely defend himself in battle. He must be from Lorien. Although he had never had the chance to visit the realm of Lothlorien, he had heard from his siblings that the elves that resided there were as fair as the rest, and many had beautiful blond hair. As opposed to the darker-haired elves of Rivendell.
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Within a few hours, Aragorn had reached the city of Gondor. The sun had set a few hours ago, and the people of the city had quieted down. Spotting an inn, he entered wishing to get some rest before the next day, which was sure to be quite hectic for him.
After paying for his room for the night, he thanked the innkeeper, and started walking towards his room. Hearing a sound, he looked up as a door a few rooms away from him opened. The man smiled as he greeted the familiar elf that stepped out of the room. "Well hello, I didn't think I would see you again".
The other looked up and forced a smile. "Oh, it's you".
"Where are you headed to at this hour?"
The elf's beautiful face hardened. "I believe that's my business, not yours. Now if you'll excuse me, please". Aragorn quickly moved out of the way as the other walked passed him. "Wait", he called out, and paused a bit. "Could I, ask your name?"
The elf paused and turned around slowly to face him, suspicious, yet at the same time wishing to return a bit of the friendliness directed at him. "It's Legolas", with that he left the man alone again.
Aragorn sighed and opened the door to his own room. Strange elf, never met another one like him. He set his things down on the floor and collapsed on the hard bed. After the events of his long day, he gladly welcomed the comfort of a night of sleep.
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The innkeeper sighed as he looked out the window. It was the middle of the night; surely no one would be looking for a room at this hour. It seemed too quiet and lonely for him to stay up much longer. He got up and closed the doors to his little tavern and decided to get ready to go off to bed himself.
As he turned around he noticed a figure standing in the dark. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you need something?"
The other did not respond, but slowly starting making his way towards him.
"Is something the matter? Is your room not to your liking? What do you—", He gasped as he saw the glimmer of a knife in the light. "What—", he started to back away, but didn't get to finish as the long blade was thrust deep into his abdomen. The thud of his body hitting the floor was the only sound heard, as the dark of the night brought only more silence and stillness.
TBC
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