Title: Orion
Author: Sanctuary
(eugenv_p@hotmail.com)
Fandom: The Fellowship of the Ring - movie
Pairing: Frodo/Legolas
Category: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Legolas and Frodo declare their love but they must part...
         But can they live apart?
Status: New; Complete
Date: November 26, 2002
Series/Sequel: No
Disclaimer: I acknowledge that someone other than
myself holds the copyright to these characters. No
profit has been made from this story.
Warning: brief self-mutilation scene
Character Death(s): Frodo and Legolas
Translation : Mornië alantië = Darkness has fallen
Feedback: Please!



“You saved my life” Frodo said gazing into Legolas’ eyes.

“You’d better make it up to me”

And did he… Who knew that the blond elf, the prince of Mirkwood would
find the most intimate sanctuary in a hobbit’s warm embrace… That he
would find what was denied to him for millennia in the love of the
most passing and insignificant of creatures… Yet Frodo’s love was the
warmest place Legolas had ever been in. Their naked bodies completed
each other in ways many have experienced but none so passionately,
and so completely breathtaking.

Frodo had been a creature of habit back in the Shire and passion was
not a word one would use in regard to hobbits. Yet, Legolas had made
him lose himself in the most beautiful way one can experience.
Frodo now desired nothing more than to be held by Legolas’ strong and
gentle arms for all eternity.  ‘Power only tempts those who are not
truly happy’ Gandalf once said and only now did Frodo understand those
words as the elf’s warm lips were all that he would ever desire.

Their embraces witnessed only by the Moon were so intense that tears
came to Frodo’s eyes never wanting to let go. Salty tears which made
their way down his face only to be kissed away by Legolas. He had never
been adored before. Living among his own jaded kind had made Legolas
quite skeptical about the affairs of the heart. But this little hobbit
offering himself and opening his heart made the elf feel true love for
the first time in his long existence. The way Frodo would gently slide
his hands through the elf’s hair and then he would rest his cheek on
that smooth shoulder made Legolas feel that there is not anything more
important than the little guy which had given him his heart. Their
union would have seemed uncanny to any pair of eyes, but no eyes
beheld this sight in the wilderness of the forest.

Legolas taught Frodo how to hear the trees’ voices, how to move without
making a sound and how to braid his hair. Frodo taught Legolas how to
read the stars and how to dance. They kissed each other in places they
had never been kissed. They explored their bodies with the passion that
only sparks between soul mates. They rested in the stillness of the night
and did no speak. Words were something that everyone had knowledge of,
but nobody else shared their sweet caresses and their soft kisses.

The touch of Legolas' delicate but strong hands exploring his body was
often too much for Frodo as it took him to a place he was afraid to
stay too long, afraid he would lose himself forever in an ocean of
pleasure. As Legolas kissed the top of his head, he buried his face
in the elf's chest hoping he would never have to move again.

Legolas was blown away by the hobbit's earthy taste and he slid his tongue
in Frodo's mouth as often as he could. Frodo was as hungry for kisses
never getting enough of the cinnamon sweetness of the elf.

"I will give it up for you" Legolas suddenly said as he lay besides Frodo
on the soft grass.

"Can you see Orion or Vela tonight?" Frodo answered as if he never heard 
him.

"Did you hear me?"

"Orion is very important. If you spot Orion you'll never lose your way."

"Frodo?"

"You mustn't do it. There is a natural order which must not be disturbed."
Tears came to Frodo's eyes as he blurred out what he thought he'd never 
say: "I love you as I never thought possible but I must let you go. Your 
hear the call of Mirkwood, don't you? All elves have left this land but 
one..."

"It's true they left but I will not abandon you, my Frodo."

"You cannot go against the natural order of things. All we have are stolen 
moments. You stay here you're gone forever, I go there I'll lose my way if 
we stay here we're not together, anywhere is..."

"Mornië alantië"

"We were meant to be together only to aid the fall of darkness. My only 
comfort will the thought that all of this was meant to be."

"It doesn't have to be that way"

"You know it does"

Legolas knew. And how queer it was for the hobbit to be the wisest of the 
two.






Pain. There was nothing left but pain. Frodo's heart had been broken only 
once but with great consequences. How could he let the elf go. He wanted 
to be done with this life that maybe the pain would be easier to bear in the 
next. Not a moment passed by Frodo without thinking of Legolas. Then 
the idea suddenly came to him.

He started to hurt himself. First it was by accident when Frodo dropped a 
large pot on his left foot. The physical pain invaded him like a virus, and 
for a moment he forgot about his pained heart. Three days later a bruised 
and bloody Frodo was found by Sam in the cotton field.

The hobbit had savagely cut himself and had lost most of his blood. Sam 
took him back to Bag End but he knew it was too late for Frodo. He stood 
by his side that night and finally left him in the morning to make 
breakfast. When he returned he found Frodo on the floor. He had got out 
of bed and tied his own belt around his neck. Tears went down Sam's 
cheeks as he bent down and picked up Frodo's warm body. He cried in 
silence for hours and did not eat breakfast, lunch or diner that day...




Pain. There was nothing left but pain. Legolas had not left Middle Earth 
with the elves. As he reached Mirkwood he knew. He knew Frodo was 
dead. Legolas' world came down in a thousand pieces. He cursed himself 
for leaving the hobbit. Legolas hurt himself too. He hurt himself more than 
Frodo. His beautiful blue eyes became empty and he was left with an 
eternity of regret, tormenting himself for all time. He sought only the 
wildest forests where he would be undisturbed by the sound of the world 
of men. Frodo sometimes came to him in his sleep which was never 
serene. And he woke up sobbing... When he felt he was losing his 
memories of Frodo, he shielded himself in his fairest memory and died 
alone, whispering Frodo's name...




End