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Legolas stared out of the landscape of Rohan unseeing. His mind and heart were not in it, not since… he closed his eyes and then continued… not since Aragorn fell. Not since he took a little tumble of the cliff, as the orc so gently put it. Legolas closed his burning eyes; he could not remember how he got back to Helms Deep.
His heart cried out for the man and his mind was trying to find a source of grief to make sure that Aragorn was dead, but his heart would not believe it.
"Lad, what is the matter?" Gimli's rough voice said beside him. Legolas turned and attempted to smile while he said,
"I grief for Aragorn, at least that is what I should be doing."
"You do not show any emotions very easily do you?" Gimli's voice was laced with concern and Legolas felt a warm smile grow on his face.
"No, I do not. My heart is in denial, saying that he is not dead yet. Damn me for being so hopeful," he cursed and slammed a fist into his hand, turning away from the battlements.
Gimli's hand on his tight stopped him and he looked back down at his short friend.
"Hope is always a strong ally. Not always the best of emotions to have, but good none the less. I am going to find some food; I shall come back here then. Do you wish me to bring you anything?" Legolas simply nodded and turned back to look out while the heavy footfall of his companion died away.
He bowed his head when tears started to slip underneath his eyelashes.
"Oh Estel, there is so much I want to say to you, so much I want to do. You cannot die falling off a cliff, my meleth. Aye, please, anybody who is listening, make him return, let him return to her." With those words he collapsed, shoulders shaking with grief and barely suppressed anger. Anger at his whole situation and at the Valar, for allowing his heart to be shattered like this. Little did he know that because of that plea, somebody very dear to him woke up.
Aragorn opened his eyes and he groaned.
"Well I can scratch this off my list, falling of a cliff, been there and done that. Valar, does this hurt." His mind whirled but he had no idea what he had been dreaming, there was somebody he loved, that he knew.
He nearly screamed when something soft nudged him in the ribs. Looking around he found a horse standing beside him.
"Brego?" He offered, placing a hand alongside the horse's flank. The horse whinnied and Aragorn smiled despite the situation.
With help of the horse he stood up, feeling cramped up muscles and bones protest against the movement. Sighing he checked himself over quickly, his mind going over the events of the past week. The death of Boromir, Gandalf's return, and the new people they met. And then finally the flight to Helms Deep.
His mind then sought out Legolas. He did not spend much time with the elf since the breaking of the Fellowship and he missed him, knowing his heart broke a little bit more every time Legolas turned away from him.
"Ai, Valar, how I love you," he whispered, opening his eyes to find himself looking in Brego's face. The horse gave him a look that had Aragorn swearing the horse was thinking that Aragorn was speaking to him.
Aragorn blinked and then answered.
"Not you, somebody else." He blushed and slowly heaved himself up on Brego, the horse whinnied and sat off at a fast pace. Aragorn was sleeping upright in the saddle when he felt the horse move to a stop; he nearly toppled off head first.
When he looked around his breathing nearly stopped, there was a huge army of Uruk-Hai approaching. He swallowed away his surprise before he spun Brego around and set a neck-breaking pace. He raced towards Helms Deep.
He rode in through the gate while loud clapping and cheering was heard for him. He dismounted with a grunt and turned when he heard Gimli's voice.
"Where is he? Where is he? Get out of the way, I am going to kill him! You are the uncanniest, the most luckiest and reckless man I have ever known." Gimli hugged Aragorn and the man hissed out of pain. "Bless you laddie, but now you must see the elf." His voice was muffled in Aragorn's tunic.
"Gimli, where is the King? What did you say? What is wrong with Legolas?" Aragorn expression changed rapidly. "But first I must see the King; I need time for Legolas, all the time in the world," he muttered, speaking in a soft tone.
He then walked off, Gimli in his wake with a huge smile on his lips. After Aragorn had finished conversing with Théoden, he strode back outside. He felt tired and he still had not seen a sign of Legolas.
"Gimli, show me to where Legolas is," he softly said, swaying on his feet.
"I shall take you to him," Gimli answered, leading the soon to be king to a deserted place of the battlements. There Aragorn saw Legolas standing. The elf was clad in the white shirt that he wore in Lorien and Aragorn found him breathtaking. His shoulders shook ever so slightly and Aragorn walked forwards as in a trance.
Gimli stopped him and said, causing Aragorn to pause and look at him.
"Do not be stupid, Aragorn." With those words he left, closing the door behind him. Aragorn stepped forward once again, feeling the love he had over 60 years for Legolas pulse through his veins. Legolas was standing with his back to Aragorn and the man stepped forward while he slid his arms around the thin waist.
"Still so beautiful even when in pain," he whispered in the pointy ear in a husky tone. Legolas stiffened and he answered,
"I told you before to leave me alone. If I have to say so again, I shall end your life." Legolas turned and anger turned to surprise before it turned to happiness, but Aragorn felt shocked. What caused the Elf to say such a thing?
"Have I hurt you in any way?" Aragorn softly countered, keeping his voice low. Legolas turned in Aragorn's arms while he said,
"No, some of the other soldiers have tried, to… how to say this, pursue so to speak, me into forgetting you. I thought you were the same. I did not recognize you."
His hand strayed to his pocket and he pulled something out. Opening his hand he let it slip into Aragorn's open hand and said,
"This belongs to you." With those words he stepped out of Aragorn's arms and made an attempt to walk out off the door when Aragorn's next words made his freeze in his tracks.
"I dreamed somebody saved me. I thought it was Arwen but then I realized it was you. It has always been you. You have my heart, Legolas, you always have." Aragorn did not turn and bowed his head, saying,
"I carry this for her words to me, nothing more and nothing less."
Legolas smiled and answered,
"Then let her words be your guide. We best prepare for battle. I believe Théoden is calling for you." Aragorn straightened his ears to the best of his abilities and then he heard his name being called. He groaned and rushed outside.
Legolas watched as Aragorn struggled to get his armour on. There were words on his tongue that should not have been said but he did. He told Aragorn he did not believe in him, how could he ever do such a thing? He nervously fingered the sword he was holding in his hands, Aragorn's sword.
He then extended the sword to his friend and watched as a shocked expression crossed the man's features. But Aragorn did not say anything. He waited for Legolas to speak and soon the elf did, answering,
"I was wrong to despair. Will you forgive me?"
Aragorn clasped his shoulder and answered,
"There is nothing to forgive, Legolas." Legolas smiled and gently gave Aragorn his sword.
"We shall talk after the battle," The elf said, trying to move away, but Aragorn's hands spun him around and the man kissed him, whispering,
"Aye we shall. But remember you have my heart even if I die." Then his lips were upon Legolas's again and he smiled, kissing the man back.
Legolas and Aragorn both reflected on that moment while they stood on the battlements and watched the battle for Helms Deep begin.
Hope you like it. Next chapter battle of helms deep and after that. Please review.