Chapter four- The battle of Helms Deep
Legolas was a little scared of what the war would bring. Death, most likely. Death of himself, possible. Death of Gimli… he hoped the Valar would have mercy on him. He had to see Gimli before the war; he had to tell him something amazing. Words he had thought never to say to anyone let alone a mortal. The Valar was cruel in causing the immortals such pain. The death of ones they wished to stay by forever. Eternity overlooked the hearts of mortals, and only buried itself in the souls of immortals, not going deep enough to see the pain it caused.
"Legolas!" Aragorn ran after him, he caught up with Legolas and handed him an envelope. "A message from Mirkwood." He said, "But how they knew we were here I cannot say." Legolas smiled.
"My Larien… she always knows where I am. And I know where she is! It's been that way for always, it's a best friend's thing I guess."
Aragorn smiled at this and patted his friend's shoulder. "Lovely. Not strange at all." He said sarcastically.
Legolas's joyful laughter was silenced when he read the letter. He collapsed agenized the wall, his eyes displaying fear and worry.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked, "Is she ill?" Legolas shook his head, and then nodded. "What does that mean?" Aragorn asked.
"She is… Pregnant!" Legolas whispered, "She has been pregnant since Rivendale, but she won't tell me who the father is." Legolas looked into Aragorn's eyes. He had his: I-know-something-but-I-won't-tell-you-because-you-won't-like-it look. "What is it?" Legolas asked, Aragorn would spill after some pestering. "You know don't you Estel, you know!"
"Legolas please… you will not be pleased."
"Even more reason for me to know." Legolas's eyes widened, "Is it you?" He asked, voice raised slightly. Luckily Aragorn shook his head.
He placed in Legolas's hand a second envelope. Legolas's breath hitched as he gazed at the envelope. He did not have to read the actual letter, it would make no difference. How could he? How could he have done this? A lot had occurred in Rivendale under everyone's noses, a love affair that would cause nothing but pain. That was why Larien had begged him not to leave Rivendale. Why she had made Legolas promise to take good care of him, why she has been so fascinated by him.
Aragorn put his arm round Legolas's shoulders. The young Prince leaned into the embrace with tears welling in his eyes. The tears fell onto to envelope. The name written in Larien's beautiful, italic, swirly handwriting. The handwriting of a sweet young elf who knew nothing of what was coming to her.
Aragorn took the envelope allowing Legolas to wrap his arms round the ranger. Aragorn sighed as he read the tearstained name.
BOROMIR
Legolas found Gimli in the stables next to Arod. The dwarf was a little less nervous near the horse then he was when they had first received him.
"It's that darn elf." Gimli muttered. "He's got me admiring horses now… And talking to them!"
"Next you will be out singing in the trees with me." Said a sweet familiar voice that startled the dwarf. Legolas smiled. "I had hoped to have a private moment with you before the war. There are some things I need to say."
"Do I want to hear them?" Gimli asked, not daring to look into Legolas's eyes.
"Lets see." The elf replied with a hint of jest in his tone. He wondered over and stood a meter away from the dwarf. "One, I love you."
"I know that, you have mentioned." Gimli muttered, but Legolas heard him.
"If you do not want my love… you do not have to take it." Legolas snapped.
"I shall only take it if it is your hearts dear wish my friend." Gimli replied. "I would not curse you with a mortal life."
"But do you love me Gimli?" Legolas asked, his eyes welling with tears.
"Don't you dare cry Legolas." Gimli yelled, "I got to know you as a dear friend for your strength and determination. But over the last few days you have done hardly anything else but cry!"
"Because I know that all the words of love you say are just my daydreams." Legolas yelled back. "I feel so strong and loved in my daydreams, because you speak these words to me. So now I need to know… Do you love me?"
Gimli faced away from the elf, not daring to look into his eyes.
"It's a simple question!"
"No it is not!" Gimli yelled his reply. "When I met you, I thought you were the most beautiful being I had ever laid eyes on. I fell in love with you. But how could I say anything to you? You are an elf. One of the race who… teases mine! Our races have been fighting for so long… far too long. And you are the son of one who my father particularly hates. The companions of Thorin have never forgotten that. And on top of all, you are male. How can it be practical for me to say words to you? I have said them, I have meant them… But how can I be with you? Life is sure to get in the way."
Legolas was weeping silent tears. Gentle droplets of water falling down his cheeks.
"I have often wondered how my life would have been, had I been female." He whispered. "My mother had always intended for her third child to be a female, it says so in her diary. But… but I was born a male, and one who finds and sees nothing in the fairer sex. And one who has fallen in love with you. I want to be by you for always. Forever."
"Legolas I will not live forever." And the dwarf did speak the truth.
"But I will love you forever." Legolas replied. "And when you die I will go to." Gimli finally turned to gaze into Legolas's eyes. "I am sorry then!" The elf yelled. "I am sorry for being so madly in love with you that I cannot bare to be without you. I am sorry for feeling such pain when I am without you, and with every smile you give me my love for you delves deeper inside of my very soul. I am sorry for you being the object of my desires. I am sorry for having the most amazing and magical sex I have ever had in my entire life with you. I am sorry for even having you look at me!" Now the tears were falling freely down the elf's face, with his eyes swollen red. "Gimli… If you do not kiss me soon… then I shall have to kiss you."
Gimli smiled at this jest. A few gentle seconds past, the two beings staring deeply into each others eyes. Then, Gimli grabbed a handful of blond hair and pulled the elf's face down to crush a kiss to his lips. All quite suddenly.
Legolas smiled and returned the kiss, letting a tongue invade his mouth. He tasted the unforgettable taste of his beloved and felt so loved as an arm snaked round his neck to deepen the kiss.
"Gimli." Legolas whispered when the kiss broke. "I love you."
"I love you too." Gimli replied. He wanted to keep kissing Legolas, but the elf would not let him.
Legolas spoke. "If we survive this war… then I shall give you my heart completely. I will always be by your side loving you. Going where ever you shall go. And when you die… I will follow you."
They kissed then for minutes on the clock. The kiss going deep and warm and wonderful. When it finally broke, Legolas rested his head on Gimlis' shoulder and nuzzled into his beard.
After a while, Gimli finally broke the silence.
"I am fighting this war, not only for Rohan. But for something more beautiful then any jewel. An elf more fair then the lady of the golden wood herself. I will be fighting for your love."
Legolas smiled agenised his dwarf. "And if I slay more enemies than you… well I shall have to think of a suitable forfeit for you…." He looked into Gimlis' eyes with a sluttish expression.
"And vise versa!" Gimli replied with a grin.
Eventually, Gimli spoke again. "Was that night really… the best you ever had?"
"Why yes." Legolas kissed Gimli lightly. "Your hands felt so good I wanted to cry to the Gods. But I managed to stifle most of my cries. Let me tell you it took all my willpower."
"That's a strange thing to admit to." Gimli replied.
"Then what is all this?" Legolas sighed and whispered the truth. "I have committed myself to you, Gimli son of Gloin. There is no turning back...for either of us. I will remain with you or diminish. It is my blessing...and my curse."
Gimli nodded, no words could excuse himself. No words could express his love or his guilt. He had killed Legolas. Legolas would die and he would be responsible.
"Do not care for the future Gimli son of Glóin." Legolas whispered, seeing the thoughts in his lover's eyes. "What will happen, will happen. But now… love me now! Win this war, with me, and I will love you. Survive this war and love me."
Holding hands, Legolas and Gimli left the stables. Legolas's thoughts were of his daughter, pregnant with no idea that her dear Boromir was dead. He felt so bad for her, but also annoyed that she had not told him about her love affair. They had always told each other everything! But that mattered not now; when the war ended he would have to tell poor Larien about Boromirs' death.
Thranduil hated her! Always had, always will.
Poor Larien, alone in Mirkwood, living in a dream of hope with a Grandfather who was sick at the sight of her. Legolas, religious to the Gods as he was, prayed for his child. Prayed that she would be alright.
Oh yeah I wasn't gunna put this at the beginning because I didn't wanna give anything away… but um… This fic contains Larien/Boromir.
But that Heterosexual so no-one should have a problem with it. But if you are homophobic you wouldn't be reading this anyways.
Oh and last of all- this is a short chapter but the next to last chapter. But there will be a continuation to this whole story. This is a set up for a series.
