Title: Just a Morning
Author: Lennon (Lamnidae@gmx.at)
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas

Summary: Who can say what it means for an elf to live with a man and be cut off the world he 
loves?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Tolkien, I'll never try to gain anything by using them.

Note: Don't kill me if there are mistakes, I'm really trying to improve.

Dedication: This story was inspired by * my * Estel, I love you. You see, I can even admit it 
in public.



I was pushed out of a dream. A dream set in Mirkwood, my home, my beautiful, beautiful 
home.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep again, to sleep and dream and forget reality. 
But then Aragorn next to me moved and moaned softly, so that my attention was completely 
drawn towards him.  My love lay silent again, his breath strong and steady, his body relaxed 
and calm. I put my arms around his waist and let my face drown in his strong yet slim back.

For me, this is the only way I can feel safe in this strange world I'm now living in.
Walls of stone, no trees or other plants, people crying for their bread, falling sick,growing old, 
dying.

Death. I froze the mere moment the idea occured to my brain.

Aragorn turned towards me and streched out his arms. I felt hard elbows hitting my chest and 
decided to leave the man alone, though I already missed the warmth of his body.

I then tried to return to my dream, but there still was a nasty voice in my head, talking about 
death, Aragorn's death and my own immortality.  Arwen had once offered to sacrifice her gift 
to him. I don't even have the possibility to do so, for there's no human blood in my veins so 
death can only come to me by sword or arrow.

My glance wandered to his face again, those fair features have always attracted me and they'll 
probably never stop to do so, even if once there will be more lines around his eyes and mouth 
and the dark shades of his beard will become white and decorate his cheeks and chin like frost 
the trees in winter.  I streched out my hand and tenderly stroked the smooth skin between his 
ear and hair. His sleeping body seemed to appreciate the touch, so my fingertips slowly 
wandered to his lips, that in my imagination burned on mine again like they did the night 
before.

That touch, my king did not like at all. Aragorn's hand flew forward and pushed my arm 
away, I could even hear him whisper "no".  I must admit that I was really hurt, this reaction is 
acceptable in case a horse tries to bite you, but it's definetly not meant for a lover trying to be 
gentle.

I pushed the blankets aside and got up.

The white city was still silent, only few people were awake in this cage of stone aragorn 
called his "Castle".  When I had finally managed to get myself a cup of tea, I headed to the 
great hall where the knights and noble men of Minas tirith use to take their meals.

I could not see anybody except two generals or Aragorn's army. Older men, with hair as grey 
as the winter and rough faces of stone. "Good morning." I honestly tried to sound cheerful, 
but this seemingly did not work out as all I got for reponse was "Are you alone, elf?" I am , 
for the king is still asleep." Both of them growled in in their eyes I could read a remark like 

"Did your way of shagging him exhaust Estel so much?"


I somehow always feel like nobody is really fond of our relationship.

I finished my tea and checked the supplies for the following week. Unfortunately the chamber 
was well filled and there was no need for me to go out hunting.

I usually hate to kill animals, but in this case I just wanted to get out and clear my head.

The feeling of being useless and not fitting in claims my brain for weeks now.

It is hard when your mind is as distracted as mine and the dark cloud behind your frown just 
doesn't want to disappear.

I decided to return to the room of aragorn and me, meanwhile, his body was spread all over 
the bed so there was hardly  anymore space for me. I got myself a blanket and lay down on 
the very edge of the huge sleeping place.

Again, Aragorn's face was right in front of me. This time, I only watched him.

As I saw a very faint smile play around his lips, I felt a warmth grow in my body that soon 
filled everything I was and everything I would be.

I knew this feeling of love for a long while, but at that moment it had a different meaning to 
me. 

I know, I don't belong to this world and there is no possibility for me to assimilate. 
They think I'm a stranger, they think I'm crazy and unable to live like one of them. 
And to be honest, I think so, too. I'd love to be free, to go over sea and give in to the 
temptation of Valinor.  

But I've decided to stay. Stay with him. For freedom is nothing without this warmth I felt the 
moment his eyes opened and he took me into his arms. His lips tenderly kissed my cheek and 
for a single moment the world was forgotten. 

It's not eternity love wants to achieve. Mortals know nothing of eternity and even I, living for 
ages, cannot explain what it means to have or do something "for ever" . 

His hands stroked my back and the happiness that filled my body distracted me from my 
philosophical thoughts. " How long have you been awake?" "Two hours." He covered his face 
before asking "why didn't you wake me up?" "You were so peaceful and I know that today, 
there's nothing to be done." "You're impossible, my dearest elf,  by now, everyone in Gondor 
will think me a lazybones. Did you at least take breakfast already?" " No, I thought I'd wait 
for you to bring breakfast to our bed."  He smiled, so very... Aragorn- like, nobody smiles like 
him. And nobody knows as good as him wich words I like and wich touchings I need.  " 
Never let me go, my beloved." Meanwhile, he caressed my left ear, so that I could definetely  
no longer concentrate on my  depression. 

Sometimes, life is easier than it seems. Sometimes everything that counts is just a moment.

End