Title: I'm Sorry 
Author: elethoniel (Katy) 
Author's Email: elethoniel@yahoo.co.uk 
Pairing:Legolas/Aragorn 
Rating: PG-18 - R 
Summary: Legolas does an errand for Arwen ... But finds he cannot be responsible for the 
turning tides of nature. 
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Mr Tolkien is the amazing owner of all places and peoples ... 
And my twisted mind just abused his creations.
 
I’m Sorry
 
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry for not being you,
I'm sorry for following my heart,
I'm sorry for
 being who I am,
I'm sorry for loving who I do………
 
Aragorn walked cautiously through the forest. His ranger-trained ears, 
picking up every chirp of a bird, snap of a twig, every beat of his 
heart.
His mind raced,
 
It is mine to give to whom I will...
If I love her so, why can I not accept this gift?  
It was the only question he could ask, and yet there was no answer.
Aragorn heard the soft, gentle rush of water, the river Nimrodel. His 
pace quickened. He wanted to wash away these feelings.
 
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel Tinúviel
He called her by her Elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment she stood, and a spell
His voice laid on her; Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening
 
A sweet Elvish voice rang high and clear though the forest. Aragorns 
footsteps faltered. 

He knew this song; it was that of Beren and Lúthien. A mortal who had 
fell in love with an Elf. Lúthien's love for Beren killed her. It was one 
that was a mere echo of his life. 
 
Aragorn sighed loudly, lost in his own thoughts. Everything went quiet 
the singing had stopped. So, it seemed, had the river, and the gentle 
chirping of the birds had ceased.

Aragorn looked up, his eyes widened as a gasp escaped him.

The surrounding woodland was basking in a great light, coming from 
this creature walking towards him. 
 
As the being drew nearer it became easier to see his features. He was 
an Elf, as Aragorn had already guessed. He had, had dealings with Elves before; 
indeed he was betrothed to one. But never had he seen one this 
beautiful, this radiant before. Even Tinúviel would have trouble 
matching the serene beauty of this Elf. 

His porcelain skin was unmarred. His hair fell in golden sheets down 
his back. His blue eyes were deeper than any sea on Arda. His lips 
were full and plump and yet as thin as a line. 

He was Elbereth. 
 
"Elessar," the being spoke like an angel, almost singing his name, it 
was barely audible, and yet it was the only thing Aragorn could hear.
 
"I' am Legolas of Mirkwood, I was hoping to find you here."
 
****
 
 
It was already midday; the hot sun was beating down on them.  

He had come to know Legolas well, in the passed hours. Legolas didn't 
make clear why, he was expecting to find Aragorn, or indeed if there 
was any purpose.

That didn't bother Aragorn he liked spending time with Legolas, they 
seemed to bond.
 
Legolas felt much the same; he had enjoyed his time with this human. 
He had expected not to, from what he had heard he was a rugged, 
ranger, whom seldom washed. When really he had golden tanned skin. 
His grey eyes searched in to the very soul of your being. He was 
rugged, yes, but it added to his character. His voice was low and 
husky; you had to learn close to hear him. 

Legolas thought back to the meeting he'd had with Arwen a couple of 
days ago:
 
"Do you not trust him my lady?" Legolas asked with caution.

She sighed, "It's not that I don't trust him, it's that I want to be 
certain, I'm doing the right thing." 

Arwen seemed like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Choosing to live a mortal life is a big decision, Arwen had to be totally 
sure before she made any choices.
 
"Legolas.... Legolas...are you Ok?" Aragorn was looking concerned at 
his newfound friend.

 "Legolas!"

"Huh.... Oh sorry," Legolas replied sheepishly.
 
"I think we should make our way back as I'm dinning with the Lady 
tonight," Aragorn said.  

"As am I,” Legolas stated.

"I should very much like it if you were to accompany me down to the 
banquet," Ventured Legolas.

Aragorn surveyed him, anticipation shinning in the Elf's blue eyes. The 
sun haloed his golden head. 

"I would love nothing more," replied Aragorn.

They took each other's hands; fingers entwined, and headed back.
 
****

 
Legolas felt guilty, about doing this to someone he was sure he would 
be very good friends with, under normal circumstances. Sadness 
underlined that guilt, when he was with Aragorn he felt he could take 
on Sauron, Morgoth, all the Orcs and Balrogs in Middle-Earth, and he 
would be triumphant. He smiled as he remembered Aragorns parting 
gift…
 
"Until tonight Tinúviel," Aragorn spoke with love and humour; he 
placed the softest of kisses, on the Elf's forehead, before turning away.

 
If only this was in different circumstances, If only Aragorn wasn't 
betrothed to Arwen. Legolas wouldn't be so cruel as to break one of his 
best friends heart, to find love in this man.

No, he told himself firmly you will stick to what you came here to do. 
Do not get emotionally involved!
 
In Aragorns chamber, much the same was happening. He berated 
himself for getting too friendly with this unknown Elf. He has Arwen, 
and as much as he loves her, he's never felt that spark in the pit of 
his stomach, when he has been with her, not like 
today when he was with Legolas. He felt blusterous, and self-conscious 
in front of him. These are new feelings to him, especially when they 
are towards a male. Even if he is more beautiful then all the women, 
Elves and Valar put together.
 
Slowly Aragorn got ready for the feast tonight, showering, shaving, so 
that only slight manly stubble was showing. He chose his outfit 
carefully. In the end he went for a deep blue velvet tunic and black 
leggings.
 
There was a knock at his door.

It was Legolas, Aragorn gapped at him. He had not thought it possible 
but Legolas looked more beautiful.

Legolas laughed at the man, his laugh was like the tinkling of bells, the 
early rain of spring, and something distinctly.........Legolas.
 
"Elessar, do not stare you'll make me self-conscious," jested Legolas.
 
Legolas had actually been nervous, coming to collect the man. 
Aragorns opinion counted, and by the way his jaw had dropped to the 
floor, the Elf assumed he had passed.

Aragorn was looking amazing as well tonight. His tunic making his 
eyes look brighter. As they walked down to the Banquet, arms linked, 
many heads turned to look at this strange but amazing couple.
 
Even Galadriel could not keep the awe out of her voice as they
 approached.

"Welcome, Prince of Mirkwood, Estel," she said with a slight nod of her 
head.
 
They look comfortable together.

Being an Elf Galadriel knew how important it was to feel, loved around 
another. 

They look like soul mates. 

A sad smile crept to her lips, it is a shame they will not be able to have 
each other.          
    
Naturally Galadriel knew of the plan.
 
 Arwen will not be happy with him; his heart already belongs to 
another.
 
The two had the air of a couple so immersed in each other; indeed 
they had been talking animatedly all night long.

On lookers smiled at the apparent love in each of their eyes.
At the end of the feast, Aragorn and Legolas, praised their hostess, 
and made their excuses to leave.

Instead of going back to their separate chambers, they went on a 
moonlight stroll around Lorien. 

"You really do look like Tinúviel," Aragorn commented, as the blue 
shafts of light descended from the sky. Sending highlights of soft silver 
to Legolas' hair.

Legolas blushed at this compliment.

"Estel… " He sighed, "I like that, suits you."
 
They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, perfectly content.

"Aragorn," Legolas sounded anxious.

"Mhmm."

"............."

"Legolas, what's..." 

Aragorn didn't get to finish his sentence because Legolas claimed his 
mouth.  Sensations flooded through Aragorn as he melted into 
Legolas, nothing had ever felt so right. Heat spread through his body, 
surrendering himself to Legolas. 

A soft whimper escaped the Elf, as the future king slid his hands down 
Legolas' back, to the curve of his buttocks.

The kiss broke, both panting heavily.

 "Oh Legolas."

The Elvin prince planted butterfly kisses all over Aragorns face, before 
moving down to his neck, then all the way down to his waist. Legolas 
slowly came back up, pulling the Tunic with him. The Elessar 
graciously complied.

Once again Legolas moved slowly down Aragorns body. Stopping 
briefly to lick a petit rosebud nipple, which forced a gasp from the 
Heir.

Legolas reached the leggings; he placed a sweet kiss on the protruding 
bulge, painfully aware of his own erection.

" Tinúviel," Aragorn breathlessly pleaded.

The Elf chuckled at the mans inpatient ness. Very slowly he pulled the 
collar of the leggings, over his loves erection and down, helping 
Aragorn out of them.

Legolas stared up at the man he loved, he looked tall strong and 
defined, like the king he will become. 

This thought saddened him, he looked up once more, and Arwens 
pendant hung around his neck. 

You will finish what you started.

Legolas berated himself before taking Aragorn into his mouth.
 
****
 
The next morning Legolas tried, and failed, to look Aragorn in the eye. 
If he had managed he would have seen them burning brighter than 
ever, burning with love.... and guilt.

Whenever Estel came near, The Elf Prince would walk away, not seeing 
the immense pain in his eyes. 

He did not need to see them. He was feeling it.
 
Legolas was nearing 3000 yrs, and not once in his lifetime had he 
loved another the way he loved Aragorn, his beautiful Elessar. 
He'd known him for less than a day, although it felt longer 
than the whole life span of Arda.
 
Aragorn could not understand why Legolas was doing this. Last night 
was the night Aragorn would treasure for the rest of his life. Last night 
Aragorn had tasted immortality. Last night he and Legolas became 
one, in the moonlight, he had taken the one who had stolen his heart, 
and claimed it his own.
 
The woods seemed to rejoice for this love, and at the same time it 
despaired, for Arwens broken heart, for what would become of this 
royal couple. 
 
Aragorn was walking by Nimrodel, hoping to come across his Tinúviel.
"Your heart despairs," It was more of a statement, than a question, 
"I can feel it." Galadriel walked over to Aragorn. "Why did you give in 
to this Grace? Could you not be strong for Arwen? She will diminish."
Tears welled in the Elessar's eyes
"I love her, but my love for her has been challenged by another. And 
my love for him is too strong."
 
"Estel, there is no easy way of saying this, but Legolas was sent as a 
trap for you. And you fell." 

Galadriels heart moved for this young Gondorian Prince.
 
Aragorn was silent, for what seemed like an eternity. 

"He...He...Does.... Not...Love me?" Aragorn managed to 
choke out.

"I do not know of his true feelings, I'm Sorry."
 
****
 
 
 
O'er stoney mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightingale morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay, 
And yet at last they meet once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
 
Aragorn gently finished the song, as he heard a crack of a twig. His 
head whipped up. It was Legolas. 

Something tightened around his heart as he looked into those blue 
eyes that threatened to engulf him.
 
"When I first entered this realm, that song pained me, because of my 
love for Arwen. I didn't want her to die for me," Aragorn spoke quietly 
to himself.
 
"Why does it pain you now, My Lord?"
 
Aragorn closed his eyes as he let Legolas' voice wash over him.

"It pains me now because Arwen has been replaced by another. I cannot control 
my feelings towards this other Elf. Sometimes I just want to run into 
his arms, Other times I want to shout at him, because he ignores me 
so," sighed Aragorn.

"I fear," continued Aragorn, "that all mortal/immortal lovers shall be 
scrutinized by this song. I fear that my soul is dying. I do not wish to 
live without the Elf who rules my heart."
 
"Who is this Elf?" Asked Legolas his voice barely a whisper,

 
"He is a woodland Elf. The most prized Elf, He resembles Tinúviel, a 
jewel among Elves. His kind heart, and noble mind, makes him a rare 
catch. I would have gladly spent the rest of my mortal life with this Elf, 
although now that is not possible, he has hurt me beyond repair." 
Aragorn walked off into the night without so much of goodbye.
 
If he had lingered, he would have seen his most beloved Elf crumple, 
and fall to the floor, whispering;
"I'm Sorry, I'm so so Sorry, Please forgive me my Elessar, I'm Sorry."
 
If he had lingered he would have seen his most beloved Elf's light go 
out.
 
 
If he had lingered he
 would have seen his most beloved Elf die.
 
 
  ~Fin~