The Music of the Night
Lightheartedluv
Prologue
The sound of an elven flute rode the wind, a note of sorrow in it's eternal tune. Aragorn would recognize the tune, it's player realized suddenly, and quickly switched songs.
"Legolas?" came the soft call of the heir of Isildur, the very last person the elven prince wanted to see right now.
"Leave me alone, Estel," Legolas called, pain evident in his voice. "I don't want to talk about it."
"I know he meant a lot to you, but you can't let it get you down like this. He wasn't an elf, you knew he couldn't last forever," the king whispered, moving to the elf's side and laying his callused hand on his shoulder.
"He was my best friend, Aragorn. I just can't live without him," the beautiful blonde elfling sobbed, letting his head fall against the broad chest of the man beside him.
"Oh, Legolas, if only there were something I could do to ease your grief. Trust me, I know quite well how much Gimli meant to you. It didn't matter that he was a dwarf-to you he was just a brother."
"Estel-he was more than that, even. He was part of me, part of all of us, all the members of the Fellowship. But more importantly, I loved him, Aragorn, and I always will."
Aragorn's heart fell. Little did the elf prince know that he possessed the same place in his friend's heart. Aragorn loved Legolas with all his heart, and he knew that even if it were never returned, he always would. But the elf could never return his feelings, so the point was moot.
"I know how you feel," he mumbled softly, putting his hand once again on his friend's shoulder. But even in his grief, Legolas heard the sorrow and longing in his friend's voice, and turned to look him in the eye.
"What do you mean, Aragorn?" he asked, a strange light in his eyes.
"I…uh…nothing, Legolas." Aragorn murmured, blushing bright red. Having never seen his friend blush like this before, the elf brushed this statement immediately aside, knowing this was serious.
"Have you loved and lost as well, Estel?" Legolas whispered quietly, and then finished his sentence in his head, 'or have you just fallen?'