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Chapter 2
A New Realization.
Eldarion stared angrily at his father. In his heart, he knew that Aragorn was not to blame, but his mind was telling him differently. All he could think of was that his mother was gone, and it was because of Legolas, and his father didn't even realize it yet!
"Eldarion, you're not making any sense!" Aragorn tried to figure out a way he could explain this complicated situation, but he found no way. Even though he himself had lost his parents when he was young, he had Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir. And Arwen. That seemed to make his heart burn. He wished with all his heart that he could get to the love that he had once felt, and although the pain was great, he could not find it. It was as if someone had ripped it away from him.
"You know that it is his fault!" Eldarion cried accusingly, tearing away from his father's embrace.
"Eldarion, please! This was not Legolas's fault! He just arrived here! How could this be his fault when he wasn't even around?" Aragorn demanded, now starting to get angry.
"Ada, you know…" Eldarion started only to be cut off.
"Eldarion, I understand that you are upset, but listen to me! This is not Legolas's fault!" Aragorn stood, walking towards the door, having the full intension of going and finding Legolas. But, when he opened the door, Legolas stood there; looking prepared to have knocked, if Aragorn had not opened the door.
"I wanted to speak with both of you." He stammered at the look Aragorn gave him.
"I was just going to come and find you." Aragorn answered, motioning him in. Eldarion turned and faced the wall as Legolas took a seat beside him, seemingly not caring about the way that the younger elf/human was acting.
"Eldarion, I understand that you are going through a hard time, with Arwen leaving and everything…" Legolas started, hoping that it would be the right approach. Eldarion swung around, shock and hate filling his eyes. Legolas inched a little ways away.
"You don't understand. It is your fault! If you weren't so sure that you could flirt with my father, and my mother would never know, then this would have never happened! But no, you were the one who had to keep flirting. I saw it, and Naneth saw it!" He shouted, jumping off the bed, and shoving past the elf.
"Eldarion! Enough!" Aragorn shouted. Eldarion flew past him, and far out to the end of town, as far as he could, and as fast as his legs could carry him. Aragorn turned, looking ready to race after him, when Legolas placed a hand on his arm.
"Daro. (Stop)" Legolas said. Aragorn stared at him in confusion.
"Why should we sit here and wait for him? He is the one in the wrong," the Man protested when he saw his friend who was apparently unmoving. Aragorn was still trying to make sense of everything that was going on.
"Maybe not." Legolas took a deep breath, "Maybe he is right." Aragorn stared at him, now completely confused.
"Legolas, what are you talking about?" Aragorn demanded.
"I'm saying, maybe his is right. I was, and Arwen did notice. Maybe it is my fault." Legolas walked out of the room, his shoulders sagging with guilt.
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Eldarion raced far away from the palace. He had to get away. If his father wished to choose Legolas over him, then that was fine. But he had to get away.
"By the Valar, why me?" He cried, continuing to race past town, and out to a small area of woods. There, he leaned against a large oak tree, breathing hard, and crying. Tears streamed down his face, as he wept for his mother, his father, and for all the nasty feelings that ripped through his body. He cried until there were no more tears to cry. Then he looked straight out into the woods, his face still wet and sighed. He knew that Legolas was not to blame, but at that moment, he needed to blame someone for his mother. And this was the way to go, at least, that was what he thought.Then, he heard the worst sound that he could have heard, even if he did have his weapons. The sound of orcs, marching through the plains, and heading straight towards him. And he had no way of protecting himself from his now sure fate.
The fate that said that death was marching straight at him.
Legolas sighed, staring out into the garden down below them. He wished that he had talked to Aragorn, rather than tell him riddles. That he liked him, no, loved him. But now, Eldarion was angry with him, and he couldn't pull apart Elessar's family. No matter what he felt, he would not do that to his friend. Even if he wanted more, he couldn't have it. Not yet. SAo, until he ahd a chance to speak with Eldarion privatly, there was going to be a break. And no matter how much it hurt, he had to do it, so that maybe some day they would all be a family. Until then, all he could do was wait.
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Aragorn was still seated in Eldarion's room, his grey eyes once hard and intent, purposeful, had lost some of their hawkish gaze with age. Groaning slightly to himself, the King reached up a hand to scratch his chin. His hair already had silver streaks in it.
What had Legolas' earlier words meant? That was the problem with the Elf, Elessar mused. He was so hard to get to open up. Once he had a secret, or even problem, it would take the Valar themselves to pry it out of him. Even he, who had been friends with Legolas for over half of his mortal life, could not work out the sense behind the Prince's riddles.
Knowing that his son would have ran out of the city, Aragorn stood up with a slight grimace. Soft living was finally beginning to take its toll. Then he strode off in the direction of Legolas' room.
Knocking on the door gently, his knuckles just rapping the wood, he opened the door, just enough to allow him to slide in. "Legolas," he gasped when he saw the precarious position the Elf was seated in.
His long legs were hanging over the balcony edge, swinging to and fro like a small child sitting on a bridge. At the sound of his name, a great sorrow and joy passed over his face, however Aragorn could not see it.
"Estel," he replied softly and without turning his head.
The King walked forward, feeling slightly foolish for being worried about Legolas' positing. He had seen him perch on far more fragile things than a balcony made from stone. He rested his elbows on them and propped his head in his hands, gazing out at the sunset. "Tis beautiful, is it not?" he remarked.
"Aye," Legolas replied in a similarly dreamy voice.
Aragorn glanced upwards at the accented voice, so smooth and quiet, much like its owner. He never remembered seeing Legolas quiet so amazing as at this moment. The Elf's pale skin was cast golden by the sunlight, dappling over his face, brightening his halo of hair and darkening the mysterious blue eyes.
"Eyes are the window to the soul," Aragorn murmured, trapped in stare of the lovely being. "When I look in yours…." He neared Legolas and was surprised to notice him blushing slightly.
Aragorn took his time, acting as though he was inspecting a painting or an exceptionally fine sculpture. Finally he nodded. "I see secrets."
Legolas' previous boldness disappeared like a flame being blown out; he quickly averted the Man's eyes and instead once more looked back to the sunset. "Indeed," he said briskly, a somewhat cold tone in his voice. "It is quite a beautiful sunset. But I am sure that you did not come here, merely to compliment the view or to say that I am secretive. State your business than be gone. I wish to enjoy it on my own."
Though hurt by the archer's dismissive tone, Aragorn stayed his ground. "Legolas, I know that it is your custom to suffer in silence, however I can't help but feel that you know more than you let on, and this more is something to do with Eldarion. Please tell me what it is you know. You trusted me before with your secrets; we would talk for hours on end, what now? Will you trust me once more?"
Legolas looked like he was about to agree and opened his mouth to answer when his head snapped forwards and away from Elessar. "Eldarion, he is in trouble," he hissed, scrambling from his position on the balcony and falling to the ground below in the garden.
"What is it?" the King shouted after the retreating frame, weaving its way through the bushes.
"Orcs," Legolas called backwards.
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Chapter 2
A New Realization.
Eldarion stared angrily at his father. In his heart, he knew that Aragorn was not to blame, but his mind was telling him differently. All he could think of was that his mother was gone, and it was because of Legolas, and his father didn't even realize it yet!
"Eldarion, you're not making any sense!" Aragorn tried to figure out a way he could explain this complicated situation, but he found no way. Even though he himself had lost his parents when he was young, he had Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir. And Arwen. That seemed to make his heart burn. He wished with all his heart that he could get to the love that he had once felt, and although the pain was great, he could not find it. It was as if someone had ripped it away from him.
"You know that it is his fault!" Eldarion cried accusingly, tearing away from his father's embrace.
"Eldarion, please! This was not Legolas's fault! He just arrived here! How could this be his fault when he wasn't even around?" Aragorn demanded, now starting to get angry.
"Ada, you know…" Eldarion started only to be cut off.
"Eldarion, I understand that you are upset, but listen to me! This is not Legolas's fault!" Aragorn stood, walking towards the door, having the full intension of going and finding Legolas. But, when he opened the door, Legolas stood there; looking prepared to have knocked, if Aragorn had not opened the door.
"I wanted to speak with both of you." He stammered at the look Aragorn gave him.
"I was just going to come and find you." Aragorn answered, motioning him in. Eldarion turned and faced the wall as Legolas took a seat beside him, seemingly not caring about the way that the younger elf/human was acting.
"Eldarion, I understand that you are going through a hard time, with Arwen leaving and everything…" Legolas started, hoping that it would be the right approach. Eldarion swung around, shock and hate filling his eyes. Legolas inched a little ways away.
"You don't understand. It is your fault! If you weren't so sure that you could flirt with my father, and my mother would never know, then this would have never happened! But no, you were the one who had to keep flirting. I saw it, and Naneth saw it!" He shouted, jumping off the bed, and shoving past the elf.
"Eldarion! Enough!" Aragorn shouted. Eldarion flew past him, and far out to the end of town, as far as he could, and as fast as his legs could carry him. Aragorn turned, looking ready to race after him, when Legolas placed a hand on his arm.
"Daro. (Stop)" Legolas said. Aragorn stared at him in confusion.
"Why should we sit here and wait for him? He is the one in the wrong," the Man protested when he saw his friend who was apparently unmoving. Aragorn was still trying to make sense of everything that was going on.
"Maybe not." Legolas took a deep breath, "Maybe he is right." Aragorn stared at him, now completely confused.
"Legolas, what are you talking about?" Aragorn demanded.
"I'm saying, maybe his is right. I was, and Arwen did notice. Maybe it is my fault." Legolas walked out of the room, his shoulders sagging with guilt.
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Eldarion raced far away from the palace. He had to get away. If his father wished to choose Legolas over him, then that was fine. But he had to get away.
"By the Valar, why me?" He cried, continuing to race past town, and out to a small area of woods. There, he leaned against a large oak tree, breathing hard, and crying. Tears streamed down his face, as he wept for his mother, his father, and for all the nasty feelings that ripped through his body. He cried until there were no more tears to cry. Then he looked straight out into the woods, his face still wet and sighed. He knew that Legolas was not to blame, but at that moment, he needed to blame someone for his mother. And this was the way to go, at least, that was what he thought.Then, he heard the worst sound that he could have heard, even if he did have his weapons. The sound of orcs, marching through the plains, and heading straight towards him. And he had no way of protecting himself from his now sure fate.
The fate that said that death was marching straight at him.
Legolas sighed, staring out into the garden down below them. He wished that he had talked to Aragorn, rather than tell him riddles. That he liked him, no, loved him. But now, Eldarion was angry with him, and he couldn't pull apart Elessar's family. No matter what he felt, he would not do that to his friend. Even if he wanted more, he couldn't have it. Not yet. SAo, until he ahd a chance to speak with Eldarion privatly, there was going to be a break. And no matter how much it hurt, he had to do it, so that maybe some day they would all be a family. Until then, all he could do was wait.
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Aragorn was still seated in Eldarion's room, his grey eyes once hard and intent, purposeful, had lost some of their hawkish gaze with age. Groaning slightly to himself, the King reached up a hand to scratch his chin. His hair already had silver streaks in it.
What had Legolas' earlier words meant? That was the problem with the Elf, Elessar mused. He was so hard to get to open up. Once he had a secret, or even problem, it would take the Valar themselves to pry it out of him. Even he, who had been friends with Legolas for over half of his mortal life, could not work out the sense behind the Prince's riddles.
Knowing that his son would have ran out of the city, Aragorn stood up with a slight grimace. Soft living was finally beginning to take its toll. Then he strode off in the direction of Legolas' room.
Knocking on the door gently, his knuckles just rapping the wood, he opened the door, just enough to allow him to slide in. "Legolas," he gasped when he saw the precarious position the Elf was seated in.
His long legs were hanging over the balcony edge, swinging to and fro like a small child sitting on a bridge. At the sound of his name, a great sorrow and joy passed over his face, however Aragorn could not see it.
"Estel," he replied softly and without turning his head.
The King walked forward, feeling slightly foolish for being worried about Legolas' positing. He had seen him perch on far more fragile things than a balcony made from stone. He rested his elbows on them and propped his head in his hands, gazing out at the sunset. "Tis beautiful, is it not?" he remarked.
"Aye," Legolas replied in a similarly dreamy voice.
Aragorn glanced upwards at the accented voice, so smooth and quiet, much like its owner. He never remembered seeing Legolas quiet so amazing as at this moment. The Elf's pale skin was cast golden by the sunlight, dappling over his face, brightening his halo of hair and darkening the mysterious blue eyes.
"Eyes are the window to the soul," Aragorn murmured, trapped in stare of the lovely being. "When I look in yours…." He neared Legolas and was surprised to notice him blushing slightly.
Aragorn took his time, acting as though he was inspecting a painting or an exceptionally fine sculpture. Finally he nodded. "I see secrets."
Legolas' previous boldness disappeared like a flame being blown out; he quickly averted the Man's eyes and instead once more looked back to the sunset. "Indeed," he said briskly, a somewhat cold tone in his voice. "It is quite a beautiful sunset. But I am sure that you did not come here, merely to compliment the view or to say that I am secretive. State your business than be gone. I wish to enjoy it on my own."
Though hurt by the archer's dismissive tone, Aragorn stayed his ground. "Legolas, I know that it is your custom to suffer in silence, however I can't help but feel that you know more than you let on, and this more is something to do with Eldarion. Please tell me what it is you know. You trusted me before with your secrets; we would talk for hours on end, what now? Will you trust me once more?"
Legolas looked like he was about to agree and opened his mouth to answer when his head snapped forwards and away from Elessar. "Eldarion, he is in trouble," he hissed, scrambling from his position on the balcony and falling to the ground below in the garden.
"What is it?" the King shouted after the retreating frame, weaving its way through the bushes.
"Orcs," Legolas called backwards.
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