Title: Forbidden Author: Erandir Rating: PG Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas Summary: Centuries ago, the men of Numenor were banished from Mirkwood forever, because of the love shared between an elven prince, and the king of men. History is about to repeat itself. When a quest to save the word brings together the prince of Mirkwood, and the king of Gondor. This is their story. Disclaimer: Don't own it, not claiming that anything is true and all that junk. The first man I have ever seen I met today. For now he lives only because he is under the protection of Lord Elrond of Imladris. When he reaches manhood he will no longer be allowed past our borders, but he is still a child, no more than seven. What they fear is not the mortal, but what might happen if someone of the royal family is allowed to become too close to the mortal. Nay, it is not Estel they fear, even if he were grown, it is me they fear. What it is about me they fear I have yet to comprehend. Would I fall in love with a mortal man and not produce an heir? But could I not just as easily fall in love with an elven man? Or is it the death of the human they fear? That his death would cause me such grief that I would be taken by it... They fear my death. Estel is a kind child, I like him. It saddens me that he will not be able to return after this visit. I could visit him in Imladris, but father would never allow that. ~~~~~~~~~~ "Legolas!" The blond prince was pulled from his writing as a dark haired human child tumbled into his room. "Estel," Legolas smiled, "What are you doing?" He knelt down by the child, who sat on the floor. The boy turned innocent gray eyes on him sadly, "Ada says we have to leave tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" questioned the elf, "I thought you were staying another week, at least." "That's was Ada said, but he lied," Estel explained, "I don't want to go, Legolas, I like it here." Legolas smiled sadly at him, the child looked on the brink of tears, "Perhaps you will be able to visit again," he suggested. "Could I?" "Of course," The prince knew he was lying, but he could not bear to see Estel cry. All sign of sadness left the child's features upon hearing the promise, and he threw his arms around Legolas' neck, hugging him tightly. ~~~~~~~~~~ Father does not even approve of my being friends with a seven-year-old human child. Almost as soon as Lord Elrond, Estel and the twins left he told me I was never to speak to him ever again. I still do not understand what is so horrible about mortal men. Estel is one of the kindest people I have ever met, human or elven. He turns twenty today, I will never see him again. I have not seen him in many years, almost ten I think. ~~~~~~~~~~ TBC... Title: Forbidden Author: Erandir Rating: PG Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas Disclaimer: What I said last time... Author's Note: This fic, from now on... is movie based, it used to be book based, and now it's not, because I know the movie better than the book, and this makes it much easier for me. Sorry last chapter was so short, just a bit of a teaser/prolouge thingie, so you know what's going on. This update is rather quick because I already had part of this chapter written when I posted the last one, the next update won't be so speedy. After being forbidden from seeing Estel I am now being sent as a messenger to Imladris. Although I suppose I am a fool to hope, or even imagine, that Estel - or Aragorn as he is now called - I am a fool to hope that he would still live there. It is a bit hard to believe that the child I met all those years ago is destined to become the King of Gondor. He sent me a letter, one I never showed my father, and one I hope he never finds. I got it a few weeks after his twentieth birthday, by the sound of it he was devastated, he said he did not want this, I kind of felt sorry for him. But this is why I am forbidden from seeing him. Bloody stupid law if you ask me. Well, I guess if he is there then I cannot speak to him, and if he is not... Then I have nothing to worry about. ~~~~~~~~~~~ The Prince of Mirkwood strode through the halls of Rivendell, so far there had been no sign of the mortal king. What luck. He leaned against a railing and looked out at the gardens in the valley below. The sun was just setting behind the trees and hills, turning everything a warm golden red. Legolas smiled as he looked out at the breathtaking sight. The prince would always love Mirkwood, it was his home, but Imladris was one of the most beautiful places he had ever been. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas thought he would only be in Rivendell a few days. Arrive, deliver the message, and leave, just like always. But Lord Elrond had other plans. The Lord of Rivendell had called a council, he would not tell the reason, only said it was important, and that Legolas' message could wait until then. The council would be held in a few days, and Aragorn would be there, along with other men from Gondor. The last of the blond prince's luck just flew out the window. ~~~~~~~~~~~ He had been stressing about the council for a good three days, but now that Legolas was there he found himself far more relaxed than he thought he would be. Until he found out why he was there. The Ring of Power, the One Ring, it had been found, and now it sat on a pedestal before the entire council. A council of elves, men, halflings and, much to Legolas' dismay, dwarves. In his mind dwarves could be almost worse than men, and that was saying something for an elf of Mirkwood. "'Tis a gift, a gift to the foes of Mordor," Spoke one man, standing as he addressed the council, "Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him." Aragorn stood abruptly and faced the man, "You cannot wield it, none of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone." "And what would a mere ranger know of this?" The man said, spitting the word 'ranger' as if it were poison. "This is no mere ranger, he is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, you owe him your allegiance," the words had left Legolas' mouth before he knew what he was saying and he immediately regretted it. The Gondorian man looked to Legolas for a moment, then turned back to Aragorn, "This..." he said, disbelieving, "Is Isildur's heir?" "And heir to the throne of Gondor," again, the words were spoken before he knew he had said them. Aragorn's eyes turned to the blond prince, "Havo dad, Legolas." The elf sat swiftly, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so and turning a look of utter contempt on both men. "Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king." ~~~~~~~~~~~ And so I find myself on a quest. A quest with Aragorn. And that other man, Boromir I believe his name was. And a dwarf. We leave in a few days, and now I ask myself why, exactly, did I volunter to do this? This is the stupidest thing I have ever done, and I have done some fairly stupid things in my life. But not this stupid. I am not permitted to become friends with them, to speak to them. Hell, I am not even supposed to know them. And all would have been well and good if Aragorn had never come to Mirkwood as a child, or if father had not sent me with this message. I wonder how he will react when he finds out I am journeying to Mordor with two men, a dwarf, four halfling and Mithrandir in order to destroy the One Ring and save the world. He probably will not care. He never does. Or he will be furious... I have know way of knowing. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Legolas." The elf did not look up, he did not have to, "Aragorn," he said curtly, acknowledging the man. The ranger frowned, it seemed odd that the elf would not greet him after so many years, "Is something wrong?" "Go away, Aragorn." The man blinked in surprise, "Why?" Legolas sighed, "You know the laws as well as I do, I cannot speak with you." "I know the laws, but I do not understand them." "No one ever said you had to," the prince informed him, "Go away." "We are not in Mirkwood, Legolas," Aragorn argued angrily, "Your father is not here, ignor the bloody law!" Legolas spun around to face the man, blond hair flying into his face as he did so, he brushed it aside in annoyance, "Could it have occured to you," he spat, "That I do not wish to ignor said law?!" Aragorn drew back a step, the elf's face was a mask of anger and hate, "You have changed, Legolas, you are not the elf I knew." "No, Aragorn, You are the one who has changed," the prince growled, "You are no longer a child, I need not be kind to you, I need not pretend any more!" With that, the blond prince strode off down the coridor angrily, leaving in his wake a very confused and offended future king. TBC... Title: Forbidden Author: Erandir Rating: PG. Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah... The fellowship has been traveling for... At least a week, probably more, maybe two or three. I am not really counting. Maybe this was a mistake. Perhaps I should just go home and forget about the ring, and the quest. I do not even know why I am here. The mountain Caradhras stands before us, and somehow we must cross it. Thankfully, how we do so is not my decision to make. ........ Aragorn is still attempting to figure out why I do not speak to him. Perhaps I should just tell him, for I hate having to hate him. If Aragorn knew the story behind the law maybe he would understand, maybe then he would leave me alone. 'Tis a worthy plan, I might as well. It could not possibly make matters worse, could it? ~~~~~~~~~~ And so the elven prince had a plan, and he knew when he would perform said plan. Now all he had to do was pull it off, a task that was proving far more difficult than one would assume. But you know what happens when you assume. His plan, if you could call it a plan, was to get Aragorn alone, explain to him the reason for the law, and if everything went correctly the man would stop bothering him. But Aragorn turned out to be a really hard person to get alone. As they traveled the human was locked in conversation, either with Gandalf about the road they would take, or with the others, speaking of nothing in particular. Legolas did not want to ask the man to speak with him, lest he got the wrong impression. That was the last thing Legolas wanted, for Aragorn to think the elf would befriend him. ~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas still will not speak to me, no matter how much I try he just seems to ignore me. I do not understand why he is acting this way, this is not how he used to be. And I get the feeling he does not want to hate me. He does not act like he hates me, he just does not pay any attention to me. Did that make any sense? The elf just stands there. He does not sleep, he hardly eats, and he never smiles. Not at all how I remember him. ~~~~~~~~~~ From where Aragorn sat by the fire he looked over at the blonde elf. Legolas stood at the edge of their camp looking up toward the stars. The moon was full, and the light of it seemed to cause the elf to glow. The ranger smoked leisurely as he watched Legolas, no he wasn't watching, he was staring. He couldn't tear his eyes from the elf, and as Aragorn studied him he realized as if for the first time just how beautiful the elf was. Legolas stood atop a small hillock just inside the firelight. Cerulean eyes traced over constellations and well known stars, but his mind was not focused on these things. He felt as if he was being watched, and he knew by whom. For a while the elf tried to ignore it, but soon enough that became difficult. Finally, Legolas looked over to Aragorn, silently acknowledging the ranger, who immediately looked away. So the man still had this foolish obsession with him, though Legolas could not imagine why. It was then that the elf decided to tell him. Tell him everything he wished to know of Mirkwood laws and more. With that decision he strode down the small crest of the hill towards the fire, and sat down next to Aragorn. The man did not look up, but made quite a show of ignoring the elven prince, pulling out his pipe and readying it to smoke. An awkward silence fell over the camp as neither of them spoke. "Aragorn," Legolas said finally, "There is something I wish to discuss with you." "I though you could not speak with me," the man snapped, lighting his pipe with the embers from the fire. Legolas looked down at his lap, "I cannot, but I feel it necessary to explain to you why." "Oh, I understand perfectly," Aragorn said sarcastically, "You have to hate me because your father is an imbecile, no offense, and has devised this law because he has something against humans." "I do not hate you Aragorn," The elf replied instantly. "Then why do you act like this?" "Because I have to." The ranger snorted and stated sarcastically, "Of course, how could I have forgotten." "It is not my choice," the elf replied, growing annoyed with the man's arguing, "If you knew why then perhaps you would understand." "Then by all means, please enlighten me, oh wise one!" The man encouraged, his sarcastic tone only escalating as the argument grew. Legolas let out a frustrated sigh, as the man obviously had no intention of listening to him. So this would either just increase the human's annoyance, or lighten it. TBC...