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Silver Roses have Thorns

Meeting the Prince

The leaves crunched under the horses hooves as the guards delivered the Prince to Rivendell. At the prince's command they rode slowly, with hope they wouldn't arrive for centuries. Of course that was nonsense for Rivendell was not even a month's ride.

"My prince," One of the guards rode to the horse at the lead, "If we do not hurry your betrothed will be displeased."

The pale eyes of the Prince never turned, "Then ride slower!" The graceful features never changed with the harsh tone. The guard nodded and signed for the party to go slower.

"Be sure to stop as soon the sun sets. Understand?" The prince said as a final thought.

"Of course, your majesty." The guard turned his back.

"Wait!"

"Yes, my prince?"

"I'm doing this for Mirkwood, right?"

"Of course, as always." The guard rode to the back. The Prince took a breath and regained his composure of innocent, virgin, prince. Riding for greatness that could consume him whole.

The air was fresh with the morning dew as Estel walked upon the greens of the fields. He remembered the fun he had when he was young. The hours of running about with sticks, pretending to kill enemies and such. Now he was engaged to a mystery prince. He was told his prince was beautiful. Just old enough for marriage.

Was he ready for marriage? Well, he hadn't thought it was a man he'd be coming to at night, but who would? If he was beautiful it was alright. After all if the man played his cards right, Estel may just kiss him before he left to practice for wars and actually go through the battles. Ah, he could see it now. His beautiful Husband awaiting him day and night.

They met on the steps of Rivendell. Elrond and Estel waited for the Prince to come. When a group appeared coming from the woods, Estel nearly jumped on the low wall to see them clearer.

"Now, Estel, a Husband is not a toy. You must respect him and you shall be respected. Love him and he shall love you. And always, always, remember his feelings on subjects. I know how you somet-" Elrond was cut off by Estel.

"I know, he's not a toy, I need to respect him and all that stuff. Please. Stop reminding me. I make my own marriage bed."

Elrond started talking under his breath, "Please, let him see the light before the darkness upon his marriage sets."

"Is he here? Is that him! Ada, is that him?" Estel jumped higher to see the crowd.

"Yes, now stop jumping up and down like an idiot and stand proudly. You're a boy still."

"I'm sixteen. You well understand." It was an old quarrel. Estel recently found that he was a mortal. Only half Elvin. That Elrond was not his father. And it tore him up inside.

"Here he is." Estel gasped. He was there truly. He couldn't be mistaken for a commoner. His hair spilled across his shoulders, falling down his chest. As he drew nearer, Estel fell in love with his face. The very curves of his body made him shiver with excitement.

Blue eyes met Estel's brown ones, "Good morning, Aragon." The voice was so soft and so seductive that it sounded as through they'd already lain with each other.

"G-good morning," He managed to get out.

Elrond save him from embarrassing himself anymore, "I believe Prince Legolas would like to settle in?"

"Yes, I believe you have settled enough rooms for my servants?"

"Of course."

Finally those eyes left Estel, "Farewell, Aragon,"