Title: Reflections Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: Aragorn and Legolas reflect on the change in their relationship Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Every time our eyes meet This feeling inside me Is almost more than I can take’ ‘Amazed’ – Lonestar ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part One: The outskirts of Mirkwood Aragorn’s POV “Aragorn!” Disoriented, I cannot place the voice. “Aragorn…Aragorn!” The voice is becoming more insistent. I groan, trying to clear the fog that seems to have permeated my head. “Wha…what happened?” I managed to say, at the same time trying to sit up, only to find myself flat on my back again, my head spinning. “You fell and hit your head, Aragorn. You were out for quite some time.” Oh. That explains why my head is pounding – it feels as if there is an army of Orcs running through it. I opened my eyes to find a pair of cerulean blue eyes looking down at me in concern…and anger. “Legolas…” I tried to sit up again, leaning on my right elbow; good, I manage to get half-way this time. “Fortunately, you managed to kill the Orc before you slipped and hit your head against the rock, otherwise you would not be awake at all.” Is that a hint of sarcasm I hear in your voice, Elf? I look at him, noting the faint look of disapproval on his face. “I take it then that there were no other Orcs left to try and dispatch me as I lay unconscious on the ground?” I asked. “There is no need to be sarcastic Aragorn. The remaining Orcs were slain. You may consider yourself fortunate that we arrived when we did.” That didn’t exactly answer my question, Legolas. This conversation was going nowhere. I sighed, prepared to be humble. “Hannon le, Legolas. Your timely arrival with your patrol was opportune indeed. I am grateful.” I winced as my hand felt the lump on the back of my head. “I was worried about you Aragorn. When you fell and hit your head…” Here Legolas’ voice trailed off. I looked at him. “It’s all right, Legolas. I have a hard head it seems. Apart from this lump, I will be fine.” Blue eyes look at me, trying to find reassurance in my words. I look back, but avoiding eye contact. Lately I have been unable to look into those deep blue pools for fear of drowning in them. There are times when I try to avoid Legolas altogether. His presence only invokes feelings in me that I cannot place, and I fear their true meaning. “Come then,” he says, getting up. “Let us remove any traces of these creatures and find a camp for the night,” then moves away quickly. I struggle to my feet before slowly making my way to the Elves, helping them to pile the carcasses of the Orcs, ready for burning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas’ POV “Aragorn!” I can hear the desperation in my voice. “Aragorn…Aragorn!” Thank the Valar, he moves! My heart pounds – to see him fall and hit his head like that, rendering him unconscious…I’m so very thankful that it was nothing more. I don’t know how I would have taken it if it had been. “Wha…what happened?” I watch him as he struggles to sit up, only to fall back again. “You fell and hit your head, Aragorn. You were out for quite some time,” I said. “Legolas…” He struggles to sit up again, partially succeeding. I continued. “Fortunately, you managed to kill the Orc before you slipped and hit your head against the rock, otherwise you would not be awake at all.” I cannot help but be a little sarcastic – it helps to hide the tumult of emotions that I’m feeling right now. “I take it then that there were no other Orcs left to try and dispatch me as I lay unconscious on the ground?” he had asked. I choose not to tell him that another Orc was standing over him, ready to inflict the killing blow. When he tells me that he has a hard head and that he will be fine, I cannot help but think ‘Hard head indeed. You can be hard-headed in more ways than one, my friend, and as stubborn and foolish as only a mortal can be.’ “Come then,” I say, getting up. “Let us remove any traces of these creatures and find a camp for the night.” Moving away quickly, I feel frustrated – at Aragorn, at my inability to control my feelings around him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have known Aragorn since he was a child. Growing up amongst the Elves of Imladris the foster-son of its Lord, Elrond, he was known as Estel, ‘Hope’ in the Elvish language. Reckless, impetuous, carefree as a child, it all changed on his 20th birthday when he was told by Elrond who he really was Aragorn, last in the line of kings, Isildur’s heir, heir to the throne of Gondor. It changed him. Overnight he became introspective, the ready smiles not so forthcoming as if he had a great weight placed on his shoulders which, to a certain extent, was true. Shortly afterwards he left Imladris to take up the life of a ranger, turning his back on his heritage, preferring a life of exile. We meet up on occasion, such as today, when he is at the borders of Mirkwood. The years have not been kind to him. If anything, his ‘burden’ is greater now than it was before – the rise of the Shadow, the increase of the Orcs and other dark creatures only brings home to him the folly of his ancestor and the One Ring. I know he fears that the paths he takes will lead him inexorably to something he does not want. Yet, while I do not have the gift of foresight as some of my people have, I can sense that Aragorn will be king; even now, his demeanour, his actions are of a regal nature, though I do not tell him that. Nor do I tell him that every smile he bestows on me I treasure, for I know that my feelings for him have changed over time. And I do not tell him that his avoidance of me, of even looking at me, hurts me, for I do not know what I could have done to warrant this. ‘Aragorn, meleth-nîn,’ I whisper. In my heart, he is my love, the only one I could love. How my feelings changed from friendship to love I do not know. All I know is that I would follow him, even into Mordor if necessary, just to be close to him. “Legolas?” Startled from my reverie, I look up. “What is it, Silinde?” “The Orcs are now burning. Let us move away from here and set up camp elsewhere for the night.” Sighing, I get up. “Come, Silinde. We will need to move quickly to find a suitable camp before night falls.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Hannon le – Thank you Meleth-nîn – My love TBC… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Title: Reflections (2/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: Aragorn and Legolas reflect on the change in their relationship Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Baby when you touch me I can feel how you love me And it just blows me away’ ‘Amazed’ – Lonestar ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part Two: Early evening, Mirkwood Aragorn’s POV Surreptitiously I look at Legolas. Something disturbs him – his movements, normally fluid, are jerky. The other Elves notice too, and exchange puzzled glances amongst themselves. Silinde asks him something; there is a flash of anger as Legolas snaps back a reply, and Silinde backs away, embarrassed and confused. “Legolas.” He turns his head at the sound of my voice. “What is it that ails you? You are normally not like this!” “And what am I normally like, Aragorn?” he retorts. I hold up my hands in a placatory gesture. “Legolas, please. Let us not quarrel. I am – we are,” indicating the others around me, “are concerned as to why you are acting in this manner.” “There is nothing the matter, Aragorn. Just leave me be.” I sigh, running my hand through already dishevelled hair. “As you wish. If you wish to talk, I will be down by the stream, washing away the smell of Orc.” There is a hint of a smile at this from Legolas. “A good idea – you do not bathe enough as it is ranger.” “I do not always have the opportunity to do so,” I reply and, with alacrity, continue: “I shall remove my offending person forthwith and bathe.” Legolas’ smile widens. Good. As I leave, I feel that some equanimity has been restored – but for how long? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas’ POV ‘Sweet Elbereth – how long can I continue with this?’ I cannot help but think as I glance in Aragorn’s direction. His movements are slow, and his head must pain him, though he would not admit to it. I want nothing more than to let him know how I feel, even if it means his rejecting me, anything but this turmoil that I’m going through. I can see the others, including Aragorn, are looking at me, concern etched on their faces. “Is something wrong, Legolas? Can I help…” It is Silinde. I snap back at him: “No! I do not need your help!” then regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. I feel like howling my frustration to the sky. I hear his footsteps. “Legolas.” I turn, trying to keep my face impassive. “What is it that ails you? You are normally not like this!” “And what am I normally like, Aragorn?” The frustration is evident in my voice, but I cannot help myself. I watch him as he tries to remain patient, raising his hands, asking that we do not quarrel; only that he and the others were concerned about me. I feel a degree of shame; I know that I am taking out my frustrations on others, that I am showing more of my feelings than I normally do. There is nothing the matter, I tell him, and to leave me be. He does so, telling me that he will be down by the stream to bathe. There is the beginning of a smile on my face when I tell him bathing is something he does not do enough of. My smile widens upon his reply, and I watch him leave, unaware of curiosity of the others watching our exchange. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn’s POV I don’t know how long I had been kneeling at the water’s edge. My thoughts were centred around Legolas and the realisation that my feelings for him had over- stepped the boundaries of friendship into something more…intimate. So lost was I in my reveries that I didn’t hear his approach. “Aragorn?” His voice was soft, questioning. “Do you realise how long you have been away from the camp? Everyone was beginning to wonder if something had happened to you.” Legolas places his hand on my shoulder, and I almost jump at the touch. I move away quickly, my pulse racing, my skin tingling where his hand had been “I’m sorry Legolas. I seem to have lost track of time.” I can hear how nervous I sound, and I will myself to remain calm. “Give me a moment to put on my shirt, and I will return to the camp with you.” “Your shirt, Aragorn, is fit for the fire. Surely you have another one?” The tone of amusement is evident in Legolas’ voice. I look down at the shirt in my hands, then glance at Legolas, and smile ruefully. “I think you may be right. I have a spare back at the camp, and it must do me till I return to Imladris.” I turn, intending to make my way back, when his voice halts me. “Aragorn…I wish to apologise for my behaviour earlier. As you rightly pointed out, I was not myself.” I look back at him. “It’s alright Legolas. This afternoon was stressful for all of us. Even Elves need to let go occasionally.” A frown mars his face. “But that is no excuse to behave as I did.” Sighing, I start to make my way back to the camp. ‘Damn you Legolas – must you try to be so perfect in everything? Must your façade always be flawless?’ How I longed to shatter it, to bring his emotions to the surface, to release the passion within him…Gods, what was I thinking?! “Aragorn?” “Hmm? Oh…sorry, my thoughts were elsewhere.” Looking back, I force a smile to my face. “Let’s get back to the camp before they send out a search party for us, shall we?” I move away as quickly as possible, away from the cause of my tumultuous feelings as fast as I possibly could. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas’ POV It has been over an hour since Aragorn left, and I begin to worry. Motioning to Saelbeth, I say: “Aragorn has been too long away from the camp. I’m going to look for him.” “Do you want me to come with you?” asked Saelbeth. “No, I will be alright on my own. The danger has passed for now.” With that, I leave and make my way to the stream. I see him as I approach – he is kneeling at the water’s edge, seemingly lost in thought. While he has his breeches and boots on, his torso is bare, and I take the moment to look at him. I have seen him without a shirt on before, but now it takes on a new meaning for me. His skin is darker than mine, and I know without looking that hair covers his chest, a trait not shared by Elves. I can see faint scars on his back, and my fingers itch to trace them. I push these thoughts aside, and approach him. “Aragorn? Do you realise how long you have been away from the camp? Everyone was beginning to wonder if something had happened to you.” I stop myself from saying ‘I’ and replace it with ‘everyone’. I dare to put my hand on his shoulder, giving in to the impulse to touch him. I feel him flinch before he moves away from me, and I feel like crying. ‘Is my touch so unbearable to you, Aragorn?’ I vaguely hear him apologising, saying to give him a moment to put on his shirt. Looking at the material in his hands that he calls a shirt, I cannot help remarking: “Your shirt, Aragorn, is fit for the fire. Surely you have another one?” He smiles ruefully at me, telling me that he does, and turns away. “Aragorn…” I swallow as I watch him turn around. “I wish to apologise for my behaviour earlier. As you rightly pointed out, I was not myself.” “It’s alright Legolas,” he says. “This afternoon was stressful for all of us. Even Elves need to let go occasionally.” I frown. ‘Letting go’ is something I want to do, but not in this manner. I want to let go in another way entirely… “But that is no excuse to behave as I did,” I say. I watch him as he continues on his way, then stops, apparently lost in thought. “Aragorn?” “Hmm? Oh…sorry, my thoughts were elsewhere.” His smile is forced, and mentioning something about the others sending out a search party for us, almost runs back to the camp. I stare after him and, dropping to my knees, I finally allow the tears to fall… TBC… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Title: Reflections (3/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: Aragorn and Legolas reflect on the change in their relationship Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘The smell of your skin The taste of your kiss The way you whisper in the dark’ ‘Amazed’ – Lonestar ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part Three: The next morning Aragorn’s POV I spent most of the night awake, mulling over the change in my feelings for Legolas. The realisation that I want him as a lover disturbs me; I had never seen myself as wanting another male sexually. I knew that if it should happen that I take the throne of Gondor and become King, that I would be required to marry, to beget an heir, so that line of kings would remain unbroken. ‘Hmph – not that there is any chance of my becoming king,’ I mused. ‘That is a path I most definitely do not wish to tread.’ And Legolas? The fairest of his people? His father would certainly not allow him to bind himself to a mortal, whether he be a possible king or no. And I am certain Legolas would not entertain the thought of being attracted to me; no, he sees me as a friend, nothing more, and I must be content with that. I begin to pack my things, then pause, my mind wandering back to the previous evening. When Legolas approached me at the stream, the first thing that registered was his scent; sandalwood, pine – familiar woodland smells, appropriate for a child of the woods. At first I found it strange that I had never noticed his scent before now, but now I notice other things about him as well. How his hair, falling like a curtain over his shoulders, warrior braids tucked behind each ear, glistens in the sun. How graceful he was, almost gliding over the earth. His ruthless determination to destroy those who attack his home and people. His eyes – Gods, looking into his eyes and I forget everything else around me. If it were possible to drown myself in them, I would. When he placed his hand my shoulder, it was all that I could do to stop myself from throwing myself at him, pinning him to the ground, kissing him, losing myself in him. He is so much stronger that I could ever be, and I envy his ability to remain calm in the heat of battle. He would never allow his heart to rule over his head, something of which I have been guilty of. Which is why I must get away. I had intended to remain in Mirkwood for a few days, but now I find myself wanting to place as a great a distance between myself and its borders or, more specifically, between myself and Legolas. I do not think I can remain much longer without letting my feelings going unseen. I notice Silinde approaching me. “Aragorn, Legolas asked me to tell you that we return today to report to the King, and suggests that his father would wish to hear from you of what is happening outside of Mirkwood.” “I’m sorry, Silinde, but there are other matters I must attend to. There is not much more that I can tell the King that he does not already know.” “But Legolas said…” “I only realised during the night that there were other things I needed to do. Please pass on my apologies to him.” I hated lying, but I was not ready to face Legolas, not yet…if at all. I place my hand on Silinde’s shoulder. “I must go; the morning is half-gone already. I will return to Mirkwood in the near future.” Another lie. I don’t know when I will return. If I dare to return. “But surely you can tell him this yourself. You cannot just leave without taking your farewells. Or has something happened between the two of you that stops you from speaking to each other?” Ouch. I grit my teeth, preparing to lie again. “No Silinde, nothing of the kind. But time presses; I will not have much daylight left to me if I continue to linger.” Silinde is staring at me intently, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I do not enjoy acting as go-between. Legolas sends me to you to speak on his behalf, you send me back to speak on your behalf. Very well, Aragorn. If you are so determined to leave, then I will pass on your message to Legolas. However, something is amiss between the two of you. I cannot help but feel that whatever it is between the two of you should not be allowed to fester. But if you wish to escape, then do so.” With that, Silinde turned around and stalked off, leaving me feeling very small and definitely wishing I was somewhere else. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas’ POV The morning brought me no respite. I barely slept, having gone over and over what had happened at the stream the previous evening. I recall the scent of his skin; intoxicating, it is a scent that I could only describe as being uniquely Aragorn. I wanted to take him in my arms, hold him, smooth away the furrows on his brow, bring peace back into those blue-grey eyes… to kiss him…to tell I loved him…most of all I wanted him to tell me he loved me. I smile wanly at my foolishness. ‘That will never be Legolas. He sees you no more as a friend – be thankful for that.’ Silinde approaches. “We are almost ready to leave, Legolas,” he says. “Good. Silinde, please ask Aragorn if he will return with us so that he may speak with my father; he may have news that we are not aware of.” Silinde looks at me, head cocked to one side. “Would it not be easier if you asked him yourself?” Flustered, I look away, then steel myself and look back at him. “Silinde, there are some things that I must see to. Could you please go and ask him on my behalf?” “Very well.” The tone of his voice is faintly disapproving. I sigh, and chide myself for being so weak that I cannot even speak to Aragorn. As I pack away my gear, I look covertly over to where Silinde is speaking to Aragorn. I see an earnest expression on Aragorn’s face, how he places a hand on Silinde’s shoulder as if to emphasise a point. And I see the look on Silinde’s face; he does not look pleased. He says something to Aragorn, and Aragorn replies. The expression on Silinde’s face becomes more dour. Obviously Aragorn has decided that he will not join us, and I ashamed to say that I feel a sense of relief at this. Silinde has a few more words with Aragorn, then turns and walks away. I lock eyes with Aragorn briefly; the expression in his eyes are unreadable, and I turn away quickly. “Aragorn had ‘discovered’ that he had other matters to attend to, and therefore cannot join us.” I wince at the emphasis Silinde places on the word ‘discovered’. He knows, as I do, that no other such matters exist, that he is only seeking a way out from accompanying us. “What happened yesterday evening between the two of you?” Hah, a very good question. “Nothing happened, Silinde.” And that is the truth, nothing did happen, yet something did. Something neither I nor Aragorn could really put a finger on. “Nothing? Strange – Aragorn says the same thing, yet I do not believe him. Nor do I believe you. ‘Nothing’ does not cause you to avoid each other as if you were each carrying a deadly disease.” “Silinde, I can honestly say that nothing happened. I found him by the stream, told him that we were concerned by his long absence, and asked him to return to the camp.” “We were concerned? You mean, you were concerned.” Silinde sighs in exasperation. “Why don’t you just go and tell him that you love him?” I stare at him, mouth agape. “How…when…?” Oh Gods, is it that obvious? It was bad enough when the twin sons of Elrond managed to find out. I feel like a fool. Silinde puts his hands on my shoulders. “Legolas, you only torment yourself. Tell him you love him.” “I cannot,” I whisper. “He does not return my feelings.” “Doesn’t he?” I look at Silinde sharply. “Legolas, as sure as I am standing in front of you, I am sure that he loves you, only he does not know how to tell you. Which is why you must make the first move.” Oh Gods…me, make the first move. How in all of Middle-earth do I accomplish that? TBC… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Title: Reflections (4/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: Aragorn and Legolas reflect on the change in their relationship Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘I can search the whole world over Until my life is through But I know I’ll never find another you’ ‘I’ll Never Find Another You’ – The Seekers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 4: Imladris Aragorn’s POV I had been in Imladris for the past week. I thought by returning here I could put my thoughts into some semblance of order but, if anything, they were in more turmoil than ever. Nights provided me with no respite; I would wake up, trembling and sweating, from dream after dream of Legolas – dreams that were becoming more sensual, more erotic. And it was slowly driving me insane. A number of Elves – Elrond, Glorfindel, Erestor, Arwen, to name a few, noticed that I was often out of sorts. How could I possibly tell them that I had fallen in love with one who I had deemed as my friend for many years? A male Elf? The Prince of Mirkwood no less? They would no doubt think I had taken leave of my senses. The sound of hoof-beats in the courtyard below interrupted my musings. Looking down, I noticed that my foster-brothers, Elladan and Elrohir, had returned from another one of their ‘missions’. Since the attack on their mother and her subsequent departure to sail to the Havens, the twins had embarked on an orgy of killing every Orc they could possibly find. Gone sometimes for months, they would return, stay few days to clean their gear, saddle their horses, and ride out again. I could see how Elrond despaired for them; hear how he beseeched them to leave off for a while, to stay home, so that he may enjoy their company for a longer period of time. But each time it ended the same – the brothers would hug their father and go, leaving their father bereft. Arwen would do as much as she could to ease the pain, but my foster-sister can only do so much. Sighing, I went down to meet them. “Mae govannen, Aragorn! ‘Tis a long time since you last here, gwador.” “Mae govannen, Elladan. It has indeed been a long time,” I replied. Too long, in fact. It is only when I return here that I realise how much I miss it, and miss the Elves who had been my family for as long as I can remember. Yet I do not stay long when I am here; too many things assail me – the mural of Isildur facing Sauron, the shards of Narsil, waiting to be re-forged. All the things that remind me of who I really am, and why I took up the life of a ranger so that I could try and escape it. “Come Aragorn, let us find a flask of wine so that we may sit down and catch up on news,” said Elladan. “Elrohir, leave our gear. We will go and relax for a change.” Putting his arm across my shoulders, Elladan and I proceeded into the house, Elrohir trailing behind. “Elladan, surely we are entitled to a bath before catching up with any news? I don’t know about you, but I most certainly am in need of one! And, might I point out, so do you – you still reek of Orc.” Now that was something that I could agree with Elrohir on! “Go Elladan, Elrohir. Clean yourselves, then we can sit and talk.” “There’s nothing that says that we cannot talk while my brother and I lounge in the bath, Aragorn. You should join us – you don’t bathe as often as you should,” said Elladan. Inwardly I winced; had I not heard similar words from Legolas? “Very well,” I sighed. “I will meet you in the bath-house.” Turning, I almost ran into Elrond, who had come down from his study to greet his sons. “Careful, pen-neth, I would like to remain upright when greeting my sons, not sitting in a heap on the floor.” The rebuke was mild, tempered even further by the smile on Elrond’s face. Plus the fact that he knew I disliked being called ‘pen-neth’ (young one); while I know I would never live as long as an Elf, I would live considerably longer than most men, courtesy of the Númenorean blood that flowed through my veins, little that it was. I smiled, and couldn’t help but tease. “As you wish, Ada. Though may I add that you would at least be sitting in a dignified heap; anything less would not befit your status as Lord of the Valley.” Elrond’s eyebrows raised in astonishment, then he gave a bark of laughter. ”Whilst I should chide you for your irreverence, I will not; I am glad to see your good humour seemingly restored.” Elladan raised his eyebrow quizzically. “Oh, and what has happened to cause Aragorn to lose his good humour?” he asked. “Better still, gwanur,” chimed in Elrohir, “did he actually have any to lose in the first place?” “Careful that I do not drown the two of you in the bath,” I responded, grinning. Ah, it was good to have the brothers home – despite their reputation as hardened warriors both, like their father, had a sense of humour. It was a shame it was not seen more often. “If you dare, Aragorn, if you dare,” smirked Elladan, “though I do not like your chances.” “We’ll see,” I said, and left the brothers to greet their father, my heart feeling lighter than it had been since my arrival at Imladris. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “So gwador, what was it that caused you to lose your ‘good humour’, as Ada put it. He tells that us that you have been morose since your return.” Elladan was lounging back in the bath, glass of wine in hand, looking at me intently. “Maybe ‘tis a matter of the heart,” said Elrohir. I flushed under the steady, unrelenting gaze of two pairs of grey eyes. “Well? Are you not going to tell us? You told us many a thing as a child, Aragorn.” “Yes, as a child, Elladan. There is no need for me to tell you anything now if I have no desire to. I do not ask that of either of you.” My voice was tetchy. “Ah, then it is a matter of the heart!” crowed Elrohir. “Come, Aragorn, the details. Who is she? Where did you meet her? What is she…” “Elrohir, shut up. Let Aragorn speak.” Elladan turned back to me. “So, who is she?” “What makes you think it is a matter of the heart, Elladan? It could just as easily be something else,” I responded. “Namely?” Hmmm, good question. I certainly had no desire to tell them what was troubling me, yet I could not think of anything to tell them to quell their curiosity. “It’s not a ‘she’, is it Aragorn?” asked Elrohir shrewdly. I swallowed, fearing their perceptiveness. I make a move to leave, but Elladan’s voice stops me. “It’s the Prince of Mirkwood, isn’t it, Aragorn?” I turn to stare at him. “I was wondering when it was going to happen,” he said matter-of-factly. ‘Wondering when it was going to happen?’ I could not help but stand, staring stupidly at the brothers. Both were looking at me with serious expressions on their faces. “Sit down, gwador. We only wish to help, not condemn you.” Elladan put down his glass. “You realise that Legolas has been in love with you for years. To us it seemed a natural progression that you would fall in love with him.” Excuse me? Legolas in love with me? Natural progression that I fall in love with him? Have I missed something here? I sat down heavily on a bench. “Elladan, what on earth are you talking about? And what do you mean that ‘Legolas has been in love with me for years’? That’s impossible!” “Care to tell me why it’s impossible?” Elladan’s gaze was unwavering. The thought suddenly occurs to me, and I ask, “How do you know that Legolas loves me? When did you see him? Did he say anything to you? How…oh Elbereth, this is too ridiculous for words!” “Aragorn, we’ve known for a long time. We started becoming suspicious when he began to ask a lot of questions about you, how you were, what you were doing, and so forth. So we asked him outright; he was so startled by the question that he could do nothing but tell the truth.” “Elladan,” cut in Elrohir, “don’t you think it should be up to Legolas to tell Aragorn that he loves him?” Elladan looked at Elrohir. “If we waited for that to happen, then Mordor would become a beautiful land to rival Lothlórien or Imladris and Sauron its benevolent ruler,” he said, the words heavily laced with sarcasm. “No,” he continued, looking again at me, “better to tell Aragorn ourselves, and let him make the next move.” Oh Gods…me, make the next move. Smiling weakly, and with legs shaking, I managed to get up and make my out of the bath-house. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Mae govannen – Well met Gwador – brother (not related by blood) Gwanur – brother (blood-related) TBC… Title: Reflections (5/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas, Aragorn/Haldir Rating: PG Summary: In this chapter, Legolas has a discussion with his father… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my betas Yvonne and Tanya – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘There is always someone For each of us they say And you’ll be my someone Forever and a day’ ‘I’ll Never Find Another You’ – The Seekers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 5: Mirkwood Legolas’ POV “The King will see you now.” The voice of the King’s chief advisor interrupted my musings. “Thank you.” Smiling briefly at him, I made my way into my father’s study, my mind wandering back to what Silinde had told me. ‘I am sure that he loves you, only he does not know how to tell you. Which is why you must make the first move.’ A small cough. “Legolas, do you plan to stand there the whole time in a trance, or are you going to give me a report?” Hmmm? Oh, of course. In father’s study. Report. Right. I cleared my throat. “Forgive me, my Lord. My mind was elsewhere.” “Obviously,” came the dry retort. “I understand from Silinde that you had been joined by Aragorn; I thought he may have returned with you.” “Unfortunately he could not. He said he other matters to attend to.” I felt a twinge of guilt, remembering the relief I felt when Silinde had reported to me that Aragorn could not return with us. “A pity. I was hoping that he may have further information on the increased activity around Dol Goldur.” “Aragorn made no mention of it to me, my Lord.” “From what I gathered from Silinde, you did not speak to Aragorn much at all before he left,” my father replied. Ouch. I keep forgetting how good my father was at eliciting information from others. I sighed inwardly. I know now that I will not just be giving a report on the Orc encounter. “My Lord?” I queried, trying to keep my voice neutral, pretending not to know what he was talking about. “Legolas, drop the formalities. Right now I am your father first, your Lord second. Something has happened between yourself and Aragorn – will you not tell me about it?” I looked at my father, and see the concerned expression on his face. “Ada…nothing happened between myself and Aragorn.” Oh Gods, shades of the conversation between myself and Silinde. And if Silinde had guessed that I was in love with Aragorn…then my father would surely know. Eyes downcast, I chewed on my lower lip, fighting the urge to flee from the eyes that were scrutinising me intently. “Legolas, I know that you love him.” My father approached me, and his hand cupped my chin, lifting my head so that I was forced to look at him. “There’s no need to look so miserable, iôn-nîn.” He sighed, dropping his hand. “However much I wish to, I cannot control matters of the heart. While it pains me,” at this my father smiled ruefully, “I know that I cannot stop you from loving him. To try and forbid it would only end up destroying you, and I could never let that happen.” ‘Oh Ada, if you only knew what this love for Aragorn was already doing to me!’ I silently cried. “Have you thought about telling Aragorn how you feel?” my father asked. “He does not return my feelings.” ‘Strange,’ I mused, ‘how I end up saying almost the same words to Ada as I did to Silinde.’ “How do you know he does not?” I looked at my father with exasperation on my face. “You’ve been speaking with Silinde,” I stated flatly. Eyebrows raised, my father replied: “No, I have not. I take it that you have had a similar conversation with him about this?” “Ada, does everyone know that I love Aragorn? Have I been so open with my feelings on this?” I asked bitterly. My father chuckled. “Oh Legolas. Every time when there have been visitors to Mirkwood, you ask about Aragorn. What he is doing, where he is, how he is…you have not exactly hidden your interest in him. So to answer your question, I would say that yes, everyone does…except for Aragorn. Can I suggest that you go and tell him before someone else does?” I sighed. “Silinde said something to me about making the first move,” I admitted. “Well then, you shall. I plan to send a message to Elrond tomorrow, and you will be the one to bring the message to Imladris. I have a strong feeling that Aragorn will be there.” I looked at my father. “And if he isn’t, what should I do…chase him around the whole of Middle-earth in order to tell him I love him?” I enquired with a little sarcasm. I scowled; I don’t like being manipulated like this. “I would prefer to tell Aragorn in my own time, at my own choosing.” “Which would be never at all. Legolas, please. Go to Imladris. Seek out Aragorn and talk to him. Do this for your own peace of mind, if nothing else.” For my own peace of mind? ‘If anything, it will only worsen it,’ I thought morosely. “Legolas?” I looked at my father. “All right, Ada, I will go to Imladris,” I said resignedly. “Good. And Legolas,” said my father, placing his hand on my cheek, “everything will work out, you will see.” Oh sweet Elbereth…I hope so. A thought comes to mind. “Ada?” My father looks up from a parchment he is perusing. “Ada, do you think…is it possible that Aragorn…that he is my soul- mate?” The last bit the question comes out in a rush. Ada closed his eyes, then opened them again. I cannot read the expression in them. “I don’t know, iôn-nîn.” The question has made him uncomfortable. “Legolas, I…,” here my father faltered. “Legolas, I only wish for you to be happy. Keep in mind that he is mortal, and that one day he will die. As I said before, I cannot stop you from loving him, and to try and stop it would destroy you. Yet, when the time comes and he dies, I do not want to lose you because of grief. I just…” His voice was shaking by now. “Ada…” I went over to him and put my arms around him. After a short moment, he put his arms around me, and we stand there for a time till he pulled away and, looking into my eyes, he said: “Just be careful.” I gave a small smile. “I will, Ada.” I turned to leave but am assailed by another thought. Turning back to my father, I asked: “Ada, did not wish to have a report from me?” “Hmm? Oh, that won’t be necessary Legolas. Silinde gave a full briefing upon your return.” He smiled at me. “Go. Get some rest; you will need to leave at first light tomorrow.” “Yes, Ada.” Bemused, I left my father’s study. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning I stood next to my horse, waiting for Silinde and Saelbeth, who are to accompany me to Imladris. My father’s words ‘everything will work out…everything will work out…’ ran like a mantra through my head. Shaking my head, I tried to focus on the up-coming trip. “Ready, Legolas?” It was Silinde. “Yes,” I replied, nodding to Saelbeth who arrived behind Silinde. ‘As ready as I’ll ever be,’ I thought darkly to myself. “Everything will work out, Legolas.” Hearing these words from Silinde, the same that I had heard from my father, made me want to knock my head against a tree. “So I’ve been told,” I snarled, and mounted my horse. Looking down at the other two Elves, I said: “Come, we haven’t all day. I would like to try and get to Imladris as soon as possible.” “In a hurry, Legolas?” asked Saelbeth, a knowing smile on his lips. Keeping a rein on my temper, I replied: “I only wish to make full use of the day, not to spend it idly standing about talking.” I ignored the look that passes between the two of them. In a hurry, indeed. In a hurry to make a complete and utter fool of myself, the truth be told. And I was not looking forward to it one little bit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Ada – Father Iôn-nîn – My son ******************************************************************************************** Title: Reflections (6/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: In this chapter, Aragorn talks to Arwen and hears of the prophecy that ‘a Halfling forth shall stand’… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my betas Yvonne and Tanya – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘It’s a long, long journey So stay by my side When I walk through the storm You’ll be my guide, be my guide’ ‘I’ll Never Find Another You’ – The Seekers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 6: Imladris, a few days later Aragorn’s POV I have been standing here looking at the shards of Narsil. I always tell myself not to do this, yet every time I returned to Imladris I found my feet taking me to this spot. It’s almost as if this broken sword was calling to me… I shook my head; I was being fanciful. The soft rustle of material alerted me to the presence of another; it was Arwen. “Aragorn, our father wishes to speak to you. Haldir o’ Lórien has just arrived bearing a message from the Lady, and Ada wishes for you to join them.” She looked at me with a smile on her lips, and I could see why her beauty is praised well beyond the borders of Imladris. It is even said that she is the likeness of Lúthien Tinúviel herself. “You have been looking at the shards of Narsil – again,” she said, with a glimmer of humour in her eyes. I smiled ruefully. “I keep telling myself not to, yet I seem to do so over and over.” “It is because of who you are Estel.” I know she uses my elvish name deliberately. “For you are the hope of Men, of Middle-earth. You know that the Elves are leaving these shores, and it would reassure them to know,” here she took my hands, “that it will be in the capable hands of the one who will unite Middle-earth.” “Arwen, please. You know I have turned from that path. I do not wish to have that power, that responsibility. And you forget that the spirit of Sauron still exists, that it will only take the discovery of the One Ring and the deliverance of it to him to return him to physical form, and Middle-earth would be doomed.” “But the One Ring has not yet been found and, even if it were to be, there is the likelihood that it will be destroyed before it reaches Sauron.” I looked at her, puzzled. “I don’t understand.” She had a mysterious look on her face. “‘Tis something that I have heard from my grandmother.” Ah, the Lady Galadriel. Arwen had spent much time with her and in the woods of Lothlórien, especially when her mother Celebrían, and Galadriel’s daughter, had left Middle-earth. I knew she had a mirror which she used to see into the future – had she seen something about the One Ring, about Sauron, about the future of Middle-earth? My curiosity is piqued. “What exactly has the Lady said?” Arwen looked at me, as if deliberating whether she should tell me or not. Then she said: ‘Seek for the Sword that was broken: In Imladris it dwells; There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isildur’s Bane shall waken, And the Halfling forth shall stand.’ I feel confused. ‘And the Halfling forth shall stand?’ The sword that was broken and dwelling in Imladris – well, that could only be Narsil. Isildur’s bane – that could only be the One Ring. But ‘the Halfling forth shall stand?’ I shook my head, wondering how a Halfling, a Hobbit, could somehow influence the destruction of the One Ring should it be found. “Do you wish for me to tell you something else I have heard?” Arwen’s question interrupted my reverie, and I looked at her with some apprehension. I somehow got the feeling that I was not going to like what I was about to hear. And I was right, when Arwen said: ‘All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.’ Arwen looked at me with something akin to pity in her eyes. “Aragorn, for much of your life you have been running away; but you cannot escape your destiny. Every choice that you have made or will make, the paths that have taken in the past and will take in the future, it will all lead you inexorably to that what you do not want.” She stepped closer to me and placed her hand on my cheek. “Whether you like it or not, you will be king, Aragorn. My grandmother has foreseen it; and I can sense it as well.” She smiled. “Come. Our father awaits.” And I could only numbly follow her as we made our way to see Elrond. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By the time I had reached Elrond’s study, I had regained some of my equilibrium. But Arwen’s words were there in the back of my mind, and I knew that I would not be able to shake them off. Straightening my shoulders, I knocked on the door and, upon hearing the word ‘Enter’, I did so. Elrond was sitting behind his desk, his advisor Erestor behind him. Sitting on another chair was the messenger from Lothlórien, Haldir. I thought it rather strange that Haldir was sent to bear the message to Imladris; surely the March Warden could be better used in helping to defend the borders of Lothlórien, and that someone else could have been sent in his stead? ‘There must be reason for the Lady to send him – she would not do so idly,’ I mused. “Ah, Aragorn, thank you for joining us. Please, sit down.” Elrond gestured to a chair, and I did as I was asked, acutely aware that Haldir was staring at me. I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortable with Haldir’s scrutiny. “My Lord, Arwen said something about a message from the Lady,” I said, trying to quell my nervousness. “Yes, indeed.” Frowning, he looked at the parchment he held in his hands. “It seems that Sauron’s power is growing. We now have evidence that Barad-dûr has been re-built, and that the number of Orcs has been increasing. Something which,” here Elrond looked at me, “you will be aware of.” Turning to Haldir, Elrond continued. “Aragorn returned a week ago from Mirkwood; it seems that Thranduil has his hands full trying to control the spiders and increased incursions of his borders by Orcs.” “Both the Lord and Lady are aware of the situation in Mirkwood as regular messages have been sent between them and Thranduil. However, Thranduil has, at this stage, declined to accept any help from us.” Elrond snorted. “I think we are all aware how stubborn Thranduil can be. All we can do at this point in time is to let him know that help is available if and when he should need it.” Elrond dropped the parchment he had been holding, and leant back in his chair. “I agree with the Lady Galadriel that, while the One Ring has not yet been found, it will soon make its presence felt. And our greatest concern is, should it be found, that it does not fall into the hands of the Dark Lord. As it is, his power has grown to the point that he appears as an Eye – an eye in which to use to seek out the One Ring. And it also means the return of the Nazgûl.” An uneasy silence settled in the room. The Nazgûl – nine former kings of men who fell under the sway of Sauron through the Rings of Power that were forged for them. ‘And Isildur fell to the power of the One Ring, bringing about his own death and causing the One Ring to be lost for over 2,000 years. And it is his blood, his weakness that I carry…’ I came out of my musings to hear Elrond declare that the meeting was over for the time being, and that he would compose a message for Haldir to take back with him to Lothlórien. Leaving the room, I am startled when a hand is placed on my arm. It is Haldir. “Aragorn, may I speak with you?” I looked at him, baffled. “But of course, Haldir,” I replied. “Not here,” Haldir said. “Will you meet me in the gardens in an hour from now?” “If that is your wish, Haldir,” I said, “we will meet in the gardens in one hour”. “Thank you, Aragorn.” Haldir left, and I sighed with frustration as the thoughts and words from the last hour came rushing back to me. TBC… ******************************************************************************************** Title: Reflections (7/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas, Aragorn/Haldir Rating: R Summary: In this chapter, Aragorn finds out what Haldir wants from him… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my betas Yvonne and Tanya – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘I want love To carry me through All the moments, I’d kindly undo Locked away So I can feel safe’ ‘Final Answer’ – The Calling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 7: Somewhere between Mirkwood and Imladris Legolas’ POV We made our way safely through the Misty Mountains, and were a day’s ride away from Imladris. After setting up camp for the night, we sat in reflective silence around the small fire we had allowed ourselves. What Silinde and Saelbeth were thinking, I knew not; as for my thoughts…well, my thoughts have been about only one thing since leaving Mirkwood. I had spent most of the time thinking of ways of approaching Aragorn, how to tell him my feelings, and discarded each idea as more ridiculous than the last. “May I suggest, Legolas, that you just tell him outright. The longer you bandy about with words, the longer it will take you to tell him. Too many words can lead others to misconstrue the situation.” I looked up to see Silinde approaching me. I sighed; there was some truth to what he said, but I cannot see myself just blurting out to Aragorn ‘I love you’. “I know, Silinde, I know. I just wish…” I stopped; what exactly did I wish for? Smiling ruefully, I looked at Silinde. He gave a small smile, understanding that this would not be an easy task for me. “Come,” he said. “Get some rest. Saelbeth will wake you at midnight for your watch. And do not,” admonishing me with a look of mock severity on his face, “forget to wake me when it is time for my watch.” I had already been caught out twice for not waking Silinde – too caught up in my musings, I failed to keep track of time, only to be interrupted by the rising of the sun and Silinde berating me for letting him sleep. “Silinde, you have my word that I will wake you. Now, take your own advice and get some rest yourself,” I replied. But it was a long time before I could find any rest… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Imladris Aragorn’s POV An hour later found me in the gardens, searching for Haldir, and wondering what it was that he wished to speak to me about. “Over here, Aragorn.” I turned, finally seeing Haldir in a small pavilion located in a quiet, secluded part of the garden. ‘Why here?’ I wondered. ‘This place is secluded – too secluded.’ And the idea makes me uncomfortable. No longer wearing his march warden’s garb, Haldir had changed into black leggings and a midnight-blue tunic, a colour that seemed to accentuate his silvery blonde hair and blue eyes. I gulped – the simple outfit made him look…seductive. Now, I am starting to worry. “What is it, Aragorn?” Haldir got up from the bench he had been sitting on, and approached me. I cannot help but take an involuntary step backwards. “Come, mellon-nîn, sit down. I have brought a flask of wine and some fruit for us to enjoy.” He pointed to the platter containing strawberries, peaches, apples and melon, before he turned away from me and sat down again. I take a steadying breath to try and calm myself. I gave Haldir a smile – though I suspect it was more of a grimace – and sat down on the opposite end of the bench from him. “I’m afraid you will need to sit a bit closer Aragorn – my arm cannot reach that far to give you this wine.” He held out a goblet to me, and I had no choice but to move closer to him in order to take it. His scent wafted over me – a hint of cinnamon, jasmine and lavender. Scents I would not normally associate with Haldir but…somehow, now, it seemed right. ‘Now?’ ‘Seemed right?’ What in the…? I shook my head, as if trying to clear the fog in my brain, and almost spilled my wine in the process. “Surely the wine cannot be that bad, Aragorn, that you seek to spill it.” I looked at Haldir, his face showing amusement. He moved a little closer to me, and it took all my willpower to stay where I was. “Is something wrong, Aragorn? I seem to make you feel…uncomfortable. Believe me, that was not my intention – far from it. I wish for you to be as…comfortable, as possible.” Haldir was, by now, sitting next to me, his mouth close to my ear. I could feel his breathe wafting through my hair. My nerves felt as if they were drawn tight, like a bow-string. I attempted to get up, but Haldir swiftly put a hand on my arm, effectively stopping me. “I’m sorry, Haldir, I’ve just realised…I need to…I have to go…there is something…” I know I am babbling, but I cannot help it. “Aragorn, the only place you need to be is here, and the only thing you need to do is to enjoy the wine, the scenery, and allow me to enjoy your company.” Enjoy my company? I looked at Haldir. He looked back at me, his expression seemingly innocent, but his eyes told a different story. Oh Gods. Surely not…he cannot be…I gulped my wine, nearly choking in the process. I tried again. “Haldir, I don’t think this is such a good idea.” “Oh, and why not, Aragorn?” ‘Why not, indeed?’ I found I could not answer his question, and I began to wonder…did I want to? Haldir reached up with his hand and touched my face. “Strange, I would have thought your facial hair would be harsh, yet it feels soft.” His fingers trailed down my cheek, then moved to my right ear. “I wonder…are human ears as sensitive as elvish ears?” His fingers ghosted along the outside of my ear, making me shiver. “Hmm, it seems that they may be…” His mouth was close to my ear again. “I think I shall need to make a closer exploration…” His voice purred in my ear, and then I felt his teeth nibbling at the lobe. The sensation was erotic, seductive, and I closed my eyes. I could feel the heat rushing to my groin, and my leggings began to feel a little tight. “Aragorn.” I opened my eyes to see Haldir looking at me. “Aníron le, Aragorn,” he whispered. I saw a look of uncertainty in his eyes. I swallowed. My head told me not to do this, to put a stop to this before it went too far. But my body betrayed me, and I felt a sense of shame at this. I suddenly thought of Legolas. I love him…yet, despite that, I found myself desiring Haldir. I stood up. “Haldir…” I stopped, unsure of what I should say to him. “You do not desire me, then.” Haldir’s voice was quiet, without recrimination. “It’s not that I do not find you desirable, Haldir. And I am flattered that you find me so.” I was, in fact, a little bemused that Haldir would see me as desirable. “It’s just…” “Just what, Aragorn?” he asked. “I care for another Haldir and, although this person is not aware of my feelings for them, I cannot help but feel that I would betray this person by doing this.” I am very careful not to mention whether this person is a ‘he’ or a ‘she’. Haldir gave a small smile. “Noble sentiments, Aragorn.” His tone is slightly mocking. Then in a gentler tone he said: “But I wish for something between us…” I did not allow him to continue. “Us? There is no ‘us’, Haldir. Yes, you are desirable, but…” “But obviously my plan for seduction has come to naught.” He got up from the bench, and moved closer to me. “Do you have any idea, Aragorn,” he continued, “just how attractive you are to me?” He licked his lips, and I am mesmerised by the sight. “Come, Aragorn, what harm can there be in this?” His tone was low, seductive, and I felt as if I were a fly caught in a spider’s web. Haldir was standing right in front of me now. As if in slow motion, he leant in and kissed me. His kiss was gentle at first, but became more demanding. Part of me told me to stop, to get away, but the other part of me wanted this to continue. Haldir pressed his body against mine – I could feel his arousal, and I moaned. He took the opportunity to make a slow exploration of my mouth with his tongue, and I could taste the wine and…what else? Ah, strawberries. My tongue began to dance with his, and it did not take long for them to duel for dominance. Lack of air forced us apart, and I looked at Haldir. I was shaking. “Please, Aragorn, let me love you,” he whispered. I almost succumbed, but with a shake of my head, I broke away from him. “No, Haldir, I cannot do this. Please…” I was cut off as Haldir grabbed me by the arms, pulling me towards him. “You want this, Aragorn. I sense it! Do not deny me…or yourself. Come…” I closed my eyes. And Haldir took my hand and lead me back to his room… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Near Imladris Legolas’ POV We were rapidly approach Imladris, and my nervousness had increased. I also cannot help but feel a sense of foreboding. I wish I could place this feeling, but I cannot. Silinde sensed my restlessness. “Legolas, give yourself the chance to settle in at Imladris first before you seek out Aragorn.” He looked at me with concern, and I nodded, unable to speak. TBC… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Aníron le – I desire you ******************************************************************************************** Title: Reflections (8/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas, Aragorn/Haldir Rating: R Summary: In this chapter, Legolas makes a discovery or two… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my betas Yvonne and Tanya – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘If I had just one tear running down your cheek Maybe I could cope. Maybe I’d get some sleep If I had just a moment at your expense Maybe all my misery would be well spent’ ‘Cry’ – Faith Hill ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Imladris Aragorn’s POV We did not run into anyone on our way to Haldir’s room. Haldir propelled me into the room, and closed the door behind him. I no longer knew what to say – it is almost as if Haldir was possessed. Hair slightly dishevelled, eyes darkened with desire, he stood before me, so unlike the haughty, arrogant March Warden that I have a hard time equating the two as being the one and the same. I looked away. “Aragorn.” I looked back at him; for some reason now he looks vulnerable. “Why, Haldir? Why me? You could have your choice of practically any Elf in Lothlórien or even here in Imladris.” “Because I don’t want them!” The explosive answer startled me. “I *want* you, Aragorn. No-one else. And I don’t want anyone else to have you. I wish to claim you as mine.” I stood there, mouth agape. ‘Was I hearing this correctly?’ Haldir took the opportunity of my silence to approach me, tearing off his tunic in the process. He claimed my lips in a violent kiss and, may the Valar help me, I responded. I was both appalled and excited at the same time. Placing my hands on his broad, muscular chest, I made a half-hearted attempt to push him away, but only find myself being drawn closer, unconsciously grinding my arousal against his, eliciting a moan from him. “Yes, Aragorn, yes!” he breathed, claiming my mouth in another soul-destroying kiss. My mind was blank – I had lost all cohesive thought. When Haldir stopped, and asked me to remove my tunic, I did so in a daze. I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers trailing from my neck down my chest, scraping a nail over one of my nipples, making me jump. I took a step backwards, only to find that I was up against the bed. I had no idea how we got so close to it, but Haldir gave me a slight push and I fell into its softness. “Ah, now I have you right where I want you,” purred Haldir. He leant over me, hands either side of my head, and rubbed his arousal against mine. The feeling of our arousals rubbing against each other’s, covered only by thin layers of cloth, was exquisite torture. We were both panting with desire. Haldir began to leave a trail of nips and kisses along my neck, when the last vestige of common sense kicked in. “Enough!” It took me a moment before I realised that it was I who spoke. More gently, I said: “Enough, Haldir. I cannot do this. I’m sorry.” I pushed him away from me and sat up. “Forgive me, Haldir. I should not have let this get as far as it did.” Haldir slumped on the bed. “I should have known this was too good to be true,” he said. “Tell me, Aragorn, do you make a habit of teasing someone like this, only to leave them at the brink of completion?” A habit of teasing? I looked at Haldir in disbelief. “You set upon me, Haldir; attempted to seduce me! What did you do – put something in the wine to make me more malleable?” I was angry now. “I put nothing in your wine, Aragorn, but now I’m wishing that I had. At least I would have had what I wanted!” I bend down to pick up my tunic. Attempting to stay calm, I said: “Haldir, there is no point in continuing this. Again, I can only apologise for allowing this to get as far as it did.” “You’re being a fool, Aragorn. I will not let you get away so easily. I *will* have you in the end!” I shook my head. “No, Haldir. I may have been a fool earlier, but not now.” There is a noise; someone is knocking at the door. Without thinking, I opened the door. Oh Gods, it’s Legolas… “Aragorn!” Legolas was as startled to see me as I him. “Forgive me, I was looking for Haldir – Lord Elrond told me he was here…” He looked down and saw the tunic in my hand, then looked over my shoulder to see Haldir still sitting bare-chested on the bed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that I was interrupting something.” Legolas’ voice was calm. I felt a sense of panic. “No, no Legolas! Haldir and I were just discussing something – I was just leaving!” I saw the disbelief in Legolas’ eyes. “You were discussing something with your tunics off? Forgive me if I find that a little strange,” he said, with a touch of irony. “However, I shall leave you to your…discussion.” I watched as Legolas turned and disappeared down the corridor, before running after him. “Wait, Legolas, please!” Legolas stopped. Turning towards me, he looked at me dispassionately. “I really do not wish to hear your excuses Aragorn. Whatever you do with Haldir has nothing to do with me.” With a small, almost mocking bow, he left me standing alone in the corridor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas’ POV My feelings were in a turmoil – I began to run, blindly, out into the gardens, not caring that I nearly knocked over Lord Elrond’s chief advisor. “Legolas!” I heard him call, but I did not stop; I just wanted to get away from the scene that greeted me in Haldir’s room. It is only when I reached a pool, hidden by a small thicket of trees, that I stopped running. Sinking down to my knees, I felt only despair. And Silinde’s words…they only mock me now. ‘Aragorn does not love me – what a fool I was to believe that he did!’ I was crying now; I tore at the earth beneath my fingers as if it would help to tear away the pain from my heart. “Legolas?” What is it, pen-neth, that causes you to cry like this?” Dimly, I heard the concern in his voice. Arms enfold me, and I turned and buried my face into his shoulder. He held me while I continued to sob, whispering nonsensical words until I stopped, utterly exhausted. “Come pen-neth, can you not tell me what is wrong?” He spoke softly, gently. His voice was melodic, and I did not recognise his voice – he must be someone new at Imladris. My face was still buried in his shoulder, but I shook my head. I thought my tears were spent, but found that I started to cry again. “Shhh, it’s all right.” He stroked my hair – it felt soothing, and my crying died away to little hiccups. “If you do not wish to speak of it now, that is fine. But I will gladly listen to you when the time comes for you to talk about it.” I moved my head from his now very damp shoulder, but kept my face averted. He did not need to see the extent of the misery on my face. “Thank you for your concern,” I said; somehow I controlled the tremor in my voice. “You’re welcome, Legolas. I meant what I said that I would listen to you. Do not keep whatever this is to yourself – it will only become a burden.” Inwardly, I gave a bitter laugh. ‘If you only knew how much of a burden this whole thing has already become,’ I thought savagely to myself. “Come, Legolas. Wash your tears from your face, and return with me to the house.” I sighed, finally looking at the one who had comforted me. And it was last person I would have expected. Erestor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Bain – Beautiful Pen-neth – Young one Title: Reflections (9/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: In this chapter, Legolas makes a discovery or two… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my betas Yvonne and Tanya – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘And we stare each other down like victims in the grind Probing all the weakness And hurt still left behind and we cry The tears of pearls. We do it. Oh we do it.’ ‘Tears of Pearls’ – Savage Garden ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 9 Aragorn’s POV I slowly made my way back to my room, wondering how in all of Middle-earth I was going to explain this. Elladan’s words of ‘making the first move’ came back to me; I groaned. Well, I certainly did make the first move – but with the wrong Elf. And again I cursed myself for my foolishness. Legolas would certainly not believe me if I told him I loved him; and I could not blame him. Right now I would not believe myself. I sat down on my bed, sighing. And Haldir’s actions puzzled me. Did he truly desire me, or did he just want to take me, add me to the list of his conquests? I shook my head. What Haldir wanted was no longer my concern. ‘Shouldn’t have been my concern in the first place’, I added mentally. The door opened, and Elladan entered. Without any preamble, he asked: “What in Mordor happened, Aragorn? And don’t say ‘nothing’ – I saw you leave Haldir’s room. And I saw Legolas and heard his words.” “I did not see you…” I started feebly. “I was making my way to my room when I saw you both – I wasn’t about to make my presence felt.” He pulled up a chair and sat down. “Well?” he demanded. I shifted uncomfortably; being glared at by Elladan was not a pleasant experience at the best of times, but this time more so – I could see the ire in his eyes, and I swallowed. “I…that is to say, Haldir asked me…after the meeting with your father, well, Haldir asked me…” “He asked you what?” I could hear the annoyance in my foster-brother’s voice. “Haldir asked me to see him outside, in the gardens. I did as he requested – I thought nothing strange about it.” “Nothing strange!” Elladan snorted. “This is Haldir we’re talking about. You know his reputation. And he’s had his eye on you for quite some time. Both Elrohir and I have noticed this, and warned him off you. A warning which,” he added derisively, “he obviously ignored.” “Well, you could have warned me!” I said. Elladan looked at me. “And I thought you would have had more sense! Why on earth do you think he asked to see you in the gardens – to dance amongst the flowers? For someone who purportedly loves another, you have a strange way of showing it!” Elladan’s disgust is evident. “Well, go on. What happened next?” he asked. “We um…well, we talked.” “Talked? Where, exactly, did you talk?” “In the small pavilion.” “The small pavilion? The one that is hidden away? By the Valar, Aragorn!” “I didn’t know he was going to be there – he just said to meet him in the gardens!” I was getting defensive. Elladan looked at me. “You honestly didn’t know what he had in mind, did you?” I shook my head. “Oh Gods, Aragorn. Either you are extraordinarily dense, or incredibly naïve, and I’m having a hard time trying to determine which of the two you are. For all I know it may be both!” ‘Charming – dense or naïve. Though he would be right on both counts’, I thought wryly to myself. One thing Elladan knew how to do well (apart from slaughtering Orcs) was to get straight to the point; a trait inherited from his father. “Exactly how far did it go?” Elladan’s voice interrupted my musing. “We went back to his room, we took off our tunics. We kissed; Haldir pushed me onto his bed. And then I called a stop to it.” “Ah, common sense finally kicked in, did it?” said Elladan sarcastically. “Elladan, please. I know what I did was wrong. But I am not entirely to blame here, you know this.” “Yes, I know this.” Elladan sighed heavily. “Believe me, both Elrohir and I will be having words with Haldir. We will certainly ensure that he does not attempt something like this again.” He got up from the chair and walked to the window. “Your main concern now is to speak to Legolas. And you *will* need to speak to him – soon. He is hurting, badly. You have also destroyed some of the trust that he has in you, which you will need to repair. And that is something that cannot be done overnight.” Elladan’s words jolted me. “How…how do you suggest I do this?” “Suggest? I suggest you tell him the truth – there is no point telling him otherwise. And that is all that I am going to suggest. Now it is up to you.” He walked back to the chair and sat down again. “Gwador,” his voice was soft, “go and see Legolas. He will probably refuse initially to see you, so you will need to be persistent. I know,” he raised his hand to still me, “what he said in the corridor, that he did not wish to hear your ‘excuses’. That is why I said to tell him the truth – you *owe* him that.” Elladan rose from the chair and went to the door. “Do not leave it until it is too late, gwador.” I watched as he left the room, closing the door gently behind him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas’ POV “Erestor?” Erestor turned and looked at me. “What is it, pen-neth?” “Why…why did you follow me?” “Legolas, you were obviously distressed by something. I could not stand by and not do anything.” Erestor’s expression was puzzled. “Were you expecting someone else?” “No, no…it’s just that…” I faltered. “It’s just that…what, Legolas?” I looked at him a little sheepishly. “It’s just you seem so…remote, keeping yourself to yourself, not immersing yourself in the affairs of others.” “Do I really appear that way to you, Legolas?” Erestor looked faintly amused. “You make it sound as if I were some cold, uncaring creature without any concern for others.” I began to feel a little uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, Erestor. I know you hold a very responsible position in Lord Elrond’s household…” Erestor interrupted me. “Yes, I do, but that does not mean I am unfeeling, or harsh, or uncaring. At least,” he added wryly, “not that *I* am aware.” “Erestor, have you ever loved someone?” I surprised myself with this question. “Forgive me, Erestor, I do not mean to pry…I should not presume to ask…” “It’s alright, Legolas. And, to answer your question, I do know what it’s like to love someone.” He looked at me. “And your question helps to partly answer mine – that it is a matter of the heart that has caused you this unhappiness. That only leaves the ‘by whom’.” I looked at Erestor, bemused. “Legolas, love is a powerful emotion. It brings us great joy, but can bring us great pain as well. It sometimes causes us to think or behave rashly, to do things that we thought we were not capable of doing. It is an emotion that one really cannot ‘master’ completely – it will always have its unpredictability.” “Erestor…” I sighed. “Erestor, I love Aragorn. And I have been told,” I grimaced, “that he loves me. Yet I just saw him in Haldir’s room, both of them without their tunics on, and he tells me that they were just ‘having a discussion’. But I saw other ‘evidence’ which to me indicated otherwise.” I closed my eyes – the scene was still vivid in my memory. “I was told,” I continued, “to make the first move, to tell Aragorn of my feelings. But I cannot do this now, now that I know…” “Know what?” Again Erestor interrupted me. “Legolas, should Aragorn approach you, and I suspect he will, then at least listen to what he has to say. It may not be as bad as it looked.” ‘Not as bad as it looked?’ I was a little incredulous. It must have shown on my face, for Erestor continued. “Though you may not wish to hear this, but I too believe that Aragorn loves you. I have seen him whenever you have been here at Imladris, how his eyes follow you. And the way he speaks of you. And I also believe that Haldir, like you, has been attracted to Aragorn for some time, though whether he loves him, I do not know.” Erestor looked away for a moment before looking back at me. “You have heard about Haldir and his ‘reputation’?” I nodded. “I have known Haldir for many years, and I can tell you that a lot of it is unwarranted.” Intrigued, I had to ask: “What do you mean, that a lot of Haldir’s reputation is ‘unwarranted’?” “Let us say there is more to Haldir than meets the eye. While he has had his share of lovers in the past, he is certainly not the Lothario that many would make him out to be. He keeps himself to himself, and that has caused many rumours to abound. Even the twins think the worst of him – I understand that they ‘warned’ Haldir to stay away from Aragorn. Do not ask,” seeing Legolas’ expression, “how I know this; I just do. However, none of that is your concern at the moment. Your concern is to give Aragorn the chance to explain what happened. I know Aragorn; he will not rest until he has had the opportunity to do so. Do not turn him away.” I saw the wisdom in Erestor’s words, but my heart told me otherwise. I sighed. “Very well, Erestor, I will do as you ask. I will listen to Aragorn.” “Good. Now come, let us get back inside.” TBC… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Gwador – Brother (not related by blood) Pen-neth – Young one ************************************************* Title: Reflections (10/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: In this chapter, Haldir tries to apologise, and Legolas gets more of the same advice… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my betas Yvonne and Tanya – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘How can you mend a broken heart? How can you stop the rain from falling down How can you stop the sun from shining What makes the world go round.’ ‘How Can You Mend A Broken Heart’ – Bee Gees ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 10: Early evening Aragorn’s POV “I wish to apologise, Aragorn.” I whirled around – Haldir stood in the doorway of my room. I eyed him warily. “Are you sure that is what you want to do – apologise?” I asked cynically. I saw Haldir wince. “Aragorn, please, may I come in?” he entreated. I deliberated for a moment before curtly nodding assent, watching as Haldir entered the room and closed the door. “You love Legolas.” I looked down at the floor, before raising my head. “Yes.” I saw no point in denying it, not after I ran after him when he saw me in Haldir’s room. Nor could I deny the pain that I saw in Legolas’ eyes, though he tried to hide it – a sight which still haunted me. It made me realise that the twins spoke true – that Legolas loved me. It also made me realise that I probably had destroyed any chance I could have had with him – Elladan was right when he said that I had hurt Legolas badly. “Why did you not say it was Legolas you loved?” The question startled me. “I did not see it as any of your concern who it was, Haldir. I just rue the fact that I allowed myself to be swayed by you,” I said. “Allow me to speak to Legolas.” “What?” “Let me talk to him, let me explain…” “Explain what, Haldir! That I allowed myself to be almost seduced by you? No, if anything I am the guiltier of the two of us. I should never allowed…” “…to get as far as it did. You have already said that, Aragorn.” I took a deep breath. “Haldir, I do not think it would help resolve matters if you spoke to Legolas; if anything, it would probably worsen it.” I looked away. “I think you should leave, Haldir.” There was a moment’s silence, then Haldir spoke. “Very well, Aragorn.” I could hear him walking to the door. “I saw Legolas down in the gardens before should you wish…” “Don’t you *dare* offer me advice as to what I should do!” Angrily, I turned to face Haldir. “Your ‘advice’ would be the last thing I would accept right now!” I saw Haldir flinch. “I’m sorry…” he whispered, before opening the door and quietly slipping out of the room. I ran my hand through my hair, and sat down on my bed. Already I felt ashamed for my angry words to Haldir. I had lashed out at him when my anger was best directed at myself for getting into this mess in the first place. And I spent the next hour trying to work out what on earth I was going to say to Legolas. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas’ POV I requested to have supper sent to my room – I could not face going into the dining room with the possibility of Aragorn being there. I had by then resolved to return to Mirkwood first thing in the morning. I could not face Aragorn, not now. I needed time to get my thoughts into order. A lone tear trickled down my cheek; I brushed it away angrily, annoyed with myself. There was a knock on the door. I stared at it, praying that it wasn’t Aragorn. I managed to find my voice. “Who…who is it?” “Silinde.” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Come in.” Silinde entered, shutting the door behind him. He leaned back against it, arms crossed over his chest. “What are your plans, Legolas?” “We leave first thing tomorrow. I have delivered the King’s message to Lord Elrond, and received its reply. There is no need to stay any longer.” I walked to the window and looked out at the deepening shadows. “Because of what happened.” I turned slowly to face Silinde. “What do you mean, because of what happened?” “Aragorn and Haldir.” My eyes widened. “Half of Imladris heard a rather…interesting conversation between the sons of Elrond and Haldir, and Aragorn’s name came up quite a few times. Something about Haldir having been warned to stay away from Aragorn, and may the Valar help him if he so much as approached Aragorn again, or words to that effect.” Silinde paused, moving away from the door. “Legolas, we cannot leave – *you* cannot leave, not until this has been resolved.” “By the Valar, Silinde, I cannot stay here a minute more! If I could I would leave tonight!” My voice began to tremble, and I could feel the tears threatening again. “I just cannot…” I took a deep breath to try and keep the tears at bay. “No Silinde, I can’t face Aragorn, not just now. I don’t think I could bear it.” “Legolas, don’t you think you’re being a little melodramatic?” ‘Melodramatic?’ “Excuse me Silinde, but according to your good self and one or two others, Aragorn is supposedly in love with me. So I come to Imladris to ascertain this and to tell him of *my* feelings for him, only to find him happily cavorting with Haldir! Well, if that is being melodramatic, then so be it! As far as I am concerned…” “…you need to speak to him,” said Silinde. “If you don’t have this out with Aragorn soon, it will eat away at you. You *must* speak with him. If he seeks you out, listen – don’t turn him away. Give him a chance to explain. He is more honourable than you give him credit.” I looked at Silinde. “Honourable? Honourable?!! Of all the…” I sputtered. I began to pace the room, muttering: “First Erestor, now you.” “Erestor?” Silinde wore a puzzled expression. “What do you mean ‘first Erestor, now you’?” he asked. “Because I am only hearing the same thing from you as I did from him!” “When did you speak to Erestor?” Silinde asked. “After I saw Aragorn in Haldir’s room, I ran out into the gardens. He followed me, and we talked.” “You spoke to him of your feelings for Aragorn?” “Well, why not? Everybody else seemed to know how I felt about him – one more person wasn’t going to make a difference, now was it?” “And what did he tell you?” “What you just told me…oh, and that he too believed that Aragorn was in love with me,” I gave a grimace. “Your ‘advice’ and that of Erestor’s is very similar. As is Ada’s and yours – that I should let Aragorn know of my feelings for him.” Silinde gave a small smile. “They do say that great minds think alike. And because we know you, Legolas – you sometimes need to be pushed into the right direction. The fact that your father and I, or Erestor and I, think the same, is because we see the same thing.” I smiled weakly. “Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to be able to leave Imladris until Aragorn and I have spoken?” Silinde placed a hand on my shoulder. “It’s a beautiful night, Legolas. Go out in the gardens, and let the peace and tranquillity of Imladris help clear your mind.” I closed my eyes briefly. Opening them, I looked at Silinde. “Thank you, I think I will do that.” And that was where Aragorn found me… TBC… ************************************************************* Title: Reflections (11/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: In this chapter, Aragorn and Legolas finally talk… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my betas Yvonne and Tanya – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Back to you It always comes around Back to you I walk with your shadow I’m sleeping in my bed With your silhouette’ ‘Back to You’ – John Mayer ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 11 Aragorn’s POV I needed some air. I could no longer think within the confines of my room. Elladan exhorted telling the truth, and I knew he was right. There was no point in denying it to Legolas – Legolas’ eyes would not have lied to him. And I could not deceive Legolas even if I wanted to. Not bothering to put on a pair of boots, I ventured out into the night, dressed only in my leggings and tunic. It was calm, quiet. I hoped it would help give me the calmness I needed before I faced Legolas. I looked up, trying to find Eärendil, the star that was Elrond’s father, travelling on his mithril and elven-glass ship with the Silmaril at its prow. I began to wander aimlessly through the garden, not really caring where I was walking. My thoughts were preoccupied with Legolas – and with Haldir, if truth were told. His behaviour I found extremely puzzling; more so because he offered to speak to Legolas. ‘Why?’ I wondered. I shook my head, unable to find an answer. I wasn’t even sure if Haldir knew himself. I was so absorbed with my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed Legolas until I literally ran into him. We both looked at each other, startled. “Forgive me, Legolas, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I apologised. “No matter, Aragorn.” Legolas made a move to pass me, but I stopped him. “Legolas…I need to speak to you about what happened this afternoon.” “There is nothing to speak about.” Grabbing his arm, I said fiercely: “Yes there is, Legolas. Will you not give me the chance to explain?” I heard Legolas sigh. He looked at me; I could see the sorrow in his eyes. “Very well, Aragorn.” I let go of his arm. “Come, Legolas, let us find somewhere quiet and talk in peace.” Not bothering to look to see if he was following, I began to make my way to a small glade that had long since been a favourite place of mine. I had often gone whenever I needed time to myself. We arrived there a few minutes later. I indicated a bench to Legolas. “Would you like to sit down?” An inane question, but was frantically trying to curb the nervousness that was threatening to overtake me. “No.” I cleared my throat. “Oh, right. Yes, well…um…it’s like this…I…ah…” I looked at Legolas, and my heart sank. His face was totally expressionless, as if it were set in stone. “Yes, Aragorn?” His tone was flat, unyielding. ‘Oh Gods,’ I thought. ‘This is going to be difficult…’ “I’m waiting, Aragorn.” Legolas’ voice snapped me out of my reverie. “I love you, Legolas,” I blurted. The statement hovered in the air, before the full impact of it hit Legolas. “What?!!” His face was no longer expressionless; I could see his blue eyes shining bright with fury. “You what?!!” His anger was palpable. He began to approach me, fists clenched at his sides. I swallowed. “Do you honestly expect me to believe you? After what I saw in Haldir’s room? Discussion indeed, Aragorn! I know what I saw…and you have the gall to stand there and say you love me!” He whirled away, and began to pace the glade. “And I suppose you blame Haldir for what happened? What about *your* part in this, Aragorn?” He faced me again. “Are you so weak, Aragorn, that you allow anyone to come along and seduce you?” I shrank away from his burning gaze. “I have had,” he continued relentlessly, “a number of people telling me that you *love* me.” He saw the surprised look on my face. “And I was fool enough to believe that you did! I thought that there may be a chance of a relationship between us! I love you, Aragorn! And *if* you loved me, you would not have allowed what happened between yourself and Haldir to occur!” Wait a minute…did he say ’I love you, Aragorn’? I ventured a look at Legolas. His fury seemed spent – he stood there, the emotions playing on his face. “Legolas…” I said tentatively. I slowly approached him, till I was standing before him. “You said…you said you loved me.” He looked at me; I could see the sheen of tears in his eyes. “Did I say that?” I nodded, swallowing. He closed his eyes, then opened them again. “May the Valar help me, but yes, I do.” I looked at him mutely, not knowing what I should say. “Did you lie with him?” I shook my head. “No, it did not get that far.” I sighed wearily. “But you are right, Legolas. I *am* weak. I should have resisted Haldir, but I didn’t.” And I began to explain to Legolas how it came about that I ended up in Haldir’s room, leaving nothing out. After I finished, there was a moment’s silence. “Thank you for being so honest with me, Aragorn.” I smiled weakly. “Legolas, you know what you saw. And I cannot lie to you. All I can do now is ask for your forgiveness.” “I can forgive you, Aragorn, but I do not know if I can trust you.” “I know.” I held my gaze with that of Legolas’. We stood there in silence, looking at each other, for what seemed like an eternity. Legolas broke the silence. “I return to Mirkwood in the morning. My errand to Imladris is complete; I have a reply to my father’s message from Lord Elrond.” I nodded. “Legolas…” “Good night, Aragorn. I have an early start tomorrow, and I wish to get some rest.” “Good night, Legolas.” I watched him turn away and leave the glade. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning I had not gone down to farewell Legolas and his small party; instead, I watched them leaving Imladris, feeling that the matter between myself and Legolas had not been fully resolved. And I knew not whether it ever would be… TBC… *********************************************** Title: Reflections (12/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: What happens when Aragorn and Legolas meet up again? Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my betas Yvonne and Tanya – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘You left me with goodbye and open arms A cut so deep I don’t deserve You were always invincible in my eyes The only thing against us now is time.’ ‘Could It Be Any Harder’ – The Calling ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 12: Mirkwood, a week later Legolas’ POV Cursing, I threw the book aside. I had re-read the same page three times. So much for trying to get my mind off Aragorn – I had tried a number of things, but nothing worked. Sighing, I got up from my chair, and went to collect my bow and quiver. Maybe some more archery practice… Opening the door, I almost collided with my father. “You are already an expert marksman, Legolas – more practice is not going to alter that,” Ada said, eyeing the bow and quiver. Stepping aside, I watched my father as he entered the room. He picked up the book that I had tossed aside and began flipping through its pages. “So how many times have you re-read the same page?” I looked at my father in surprise. He chuckled. “Legolas, I know what it’s like when your mind is occupied with other matters.” Putting the book down, he looked at me, the humour gone and replaced by a serious mien. “Legolas, you are hurting. I wish I could take this pain away, but I cannot. While I agree there was misjudgement on Aragorn’s part, ignoring it won’t make it go away. You say that you have forgiven Aragorn, but I wonder – have you? Or do you feel a sense of jealousy that Haldir acted upon his impulses, and you didn’t in all the times that you and Aragorn had been together?” Stunned, I can only look at my father. Was it true what he said – that I hadn’t truly forgiven Aragorn? That I was jealous that Haldir tried to take what I deemed as mine? I winced slightly – Aragorn was not something to be possessed, but I dearly wanted to possess him, to make him mine. “I don’t know, Ada,” I whispered. “It’s just…” I stopped. The enormity of what my father had said weighed on me. “I understand, iôn-nîn. I think you need to realise though,” here he raised my head so that I was forced to look into his eyes, “that Aragorn is a living being, not something to be owned.” I opened my mouth to say something, but my father raised his hand to still me. “I know you, Legolas. You are normally a generous person, helping out where needed, placing the needs of others before yourself. But there are times when you can be possessive. There were occasions while you were still an Elfling where you did not always share. That has not happened for a long time, so do not start now, and certainly not with Aragorn.” “I have no intentions of sharing Aragorn with Haldir! Or with anyone else!” I yelled. I knew that I was behaving like an Elfling, but I didn’t care. Ada was right – I *was* jealous. And I *hadn’t* forgiven Aragorn. “Enough, Legolas!” The hardness in my father’s voice chastened me. “Legolas,” his voice was softer now, “you will need to deal with your own emotions in this. You love Aragorn, and he loves you.” I glowered at my father when I heard the last three words. He caught my look. “Yes, I do believe Aragorn loves you – from what you told me, he showed great remorse for what happened, and asked for your forgiveness. And the fact that he *did* tell you he loved you.” My father sighed. “I should be angry at Aragorn for hurting you like this. By rights, being the ogre that I am,” he gave a small smile when he saw the look I gave him, “– yes, Legolas, I am aware of what many think of me – I should be beating a path to Imladris and demanding Aragorn’s head. But I have no intention of doing so. I am not going to hold this one indiscretion against him, not when he made the effort to explain and apologise; there are many who would not have done that. It showed great courage in his part, and I admire him for it.” “You admire him for it? Ada – he allowed himself to be taken in by pretty words, by…by…oh, I don’t know!” I was almost incoherent. I didn’t know what words had passed between Aragorn and Haldir; all I knew was, whatever Haldir said to Aragorn, it was enough to make Aragorn go with Haldir to his room. “I said I admired him for the courage it took for him to talk to you,” my father said dryly, “not for allowing himself to be almost seduced by Haldir.” I turned away. “Look at me, Legolas.” Warily, I did as I was asked. “Legolas, no one is perfect, not even elves. We all have flaws, and we all make mistakes. It is one thing to have flaws, another thing to admit having them and minimising them. As for mistakes? They are easy to make – the hardest part is to learn from them and to ensure that they do not happen again. And if someone else makes the mistake? If they recognise that they have erred, and apologise for it, then you need to learn to forgive. To not do so…it undermines any friendship or relationship, filling it with mistrust, anger and, in the end, hate. “Aragorn made a mistake, yes. For which he has apologised. Forgive him, Legolas – believe me when I say that I am certain that Aragorn will not let that happen again. In all the time that I have known the foster-son of Elrond, he has never made the same mistake twice.” “You are right, Ada, he hasn’t.” Looking down at the floor, I sighed; I knew Aragorn well enough to concede that fact. I raised my eyes to meet those of my father’s. “I don’t know what to do, Ada. I love him, but I’m angry with him. And I’m angry with myself because…” “…you are jealous?” my father finished. Dumbly, I could only nod. “You need to deal with your jealousy, Legolas. Once you and Aragorn have settled this difference between the two of you, you cannot let jealousy rule and become possessive of him. I do not believe that Aragorn will stray from you, but you must learn to believe that as well. Otherwise you will have no chance with him.” Making his way to the door, my father paused. “If you need to practice of some sort, I suggest seeking out Galdor – he wishes to do some knife practice as he feels his skills are lacking in that area.” “Yes, Ada.” “And *do* try and keep your wits about you. I don’t want to hear of a knife in your ribs because you let your concentration slip.” “I will, Ada.” “Good. And tonight, Legolas,” admonished my father, “I wish to see you at the dinner table, and not hear that food has been sent to your room. *That* is an order, iôn-nîn.” “Yes, Hîr-nîn.” Smiling, I sketched a small bow in my father’s direction. “Impudent whelp,” said my father, affection clear in his voice, and he left my room, closing the door gently behind him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sat down on my bed, my mind going over what my father told me. I knew he was right – I *could* be possessive. I realised that the incident between Aragorn and Haldir had opened my eyes to the fact that others found Aragorn attractive, desirable. My thoughts were always on Aragorn – I wanted him, desired him, loved him. And I could not bear the thought that someone else could have those feelings for him as well. Ada said I should forgive him – that Aragorn would not make the same mistake again. Again, Ada was right, but the doubts were there. All of a sudden, I was afraid. Was I always going to be consumed by jealousy every time another person – whether they be male or female – spoke to Aragorn, thinking that they were trying to take him away from me? If Aragorn and I got together – would he soon tire of me and find someone else? Could I trust him completely? Could I believe him if he said he loved me? I shivered. Swallowing hard, I tried to put these thoughts to the back of my mind, and went in search of Galdor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Ada – Father Iôn-nîn – My son Hîr-nîn – My Lord TBC… Title: Reflections (13/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: Aragorn decides it’s time to talk to Legolas again and travels to Mirkwood… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Leave me, in my sweet misery. ‘Cause I’d rather be alone than chase you around all the time. ‘Cause you know darlin’ and darlin’ I know. You should find something better. And do what you want with your life and tell who you want, that you found light. ‘Leave Me’ – Elan ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 13: Late afternoon, two weeks later, on the outskirts of Mirkwood Aragorn’s POV I’d had enough. I was tired of well-meaning advice being thrown at me. I was tired of the restlessness that had overtaken me since Legolas’ departure. I was tired of…well, I just was tired. Of anything and everything. Period. I hadn’t been able to sleep properly before Legolas’ arrival at Imladris, not during it, and certainly not after he left. Matters were not helped when Haldir, before his departure to the Lothlórien, reiterated that ‘he would have me’. Looking at him, I had coldly asked him why, and what purpose it would serve. He looked askance at my question, before muttering something about ‘finding out in due course’ – whatever that meant. I had no interest in finding out. No. My only interest now lay in talking to Legolas and resolving this issue once and for all. I did not know what my reception was going to be; I knew that Thranduil was protective of Legolas, but I took heart in the words that Elrond told me before my departure: “Trust Thranduil, Aragorn. You will find him to be more your ally than your foe.” So here I was, at the edge of Mirkwood. I knew that scouts would have already seen me, and the message relayed back until it reached the ears of Thranduil – and Legolas. I made my way into the forest proper, and was greeted with the familiar command: “Daro!” Stopping, I raised my hands in a gesture of peace, and watched as the elves materialised from their surroundings. I groaned when I saw the group leader approaching me – Silinde. “Mae govannen, Aragorn in Dúnedain.” ‘Mae govannen, Silinde.” “I trust your journey was uneventful?” I looked at Silinde, a little perplexed. This was not quite the reception I was expecting. I wondered what it was leading to. “It was uneventful,” I replied. “Good. That is reassuring to hear.” I remained silent – I wasn’t sure what I should be saying next. “Come, Aragorn. We have been expecting you.” Now *that* was something I was expecting. Nodding my head, I made to fall behind Silinde. “Walk beside me Aragorn, there is much I wish to speak to you about.” Silinde’s expression gave nothing away. “As you wish.” Falling into step with him, I waited for him to speak. “Do you not wish to know how Legolas fares?” “Silinde, you have no doubt already gathered, the reason why I am here is so that I can speak with Legolas. I am sure you are aware,” I grimaced slightly, “of what happened in Imladris. While I was able to speak with Legolas before he left, matters were left unresolved.” “Yes, they were, weren’t they?” Silinde’s reply was cool. By the Valar…gritting my teeth, I tried to keep my temper in check. “Tell me, Aragorn, what do you think King Thranduil’s reception is going to be?” Silinde continued. I stopped, forcing Silinde to stop as well. Looking him in the eye, I said: “I was told that Thranduil would be more ally than foe.” Silinde looked steadily at me. “Who ever told you would be right.” He began walking again. As we continued, I had to ask Silinde: “So – how does Legolas fare?” Silinde snorted. “He’s been impossible to deal with since our return.” I winced. Noticing my reaction, Silinde asked: “Aragorn, did Legolas forgive you?” “He said he did, but also said that he didn’t know if he could trust me,” I answered, a little puzzled by the question. “Aragorn,” here Silinde sighed, “Legolas is having…difficulties…in dealing with this. He, too, told me that he had forgiven you, but in all honesty, I don’t think he has. And I think you are aware of that.” I nodded – the thought had been in the back of my mind, one that wouldn’t go away. “I know that I lost some of his trust in me, Silinde, and that I must earn that back.” “He’s jealous.” Silinde’s comment threw me. “What? Of what – or whom – is he jealous of?” I asked. “Haldir.” I was silent, trying to digest this piece of information. “Legolas is jealous of Haldir because Haldir was able to…how should I put it…declare his interest in you much more easily than Legolas could. Legolas has loved you for many years, but he never declared his love for you because he wasn’t sure how to go about it. Then for Haldir to come along, approach you and attempt to seduce you within a space of a few hours…well, let us just say that this does not sit well with him. He is afraid, Aragorn. He is afraid of completely trusting you; afraid of completely trusting himself; afraid of *loving* you.” “How do you know this, Silinde?” I asked. “I use my eyes, Aragorn. Plus the King has spoken with me. He is obviously concerned about his son. Plus Legolas has done very little upon his return except to try and get you out of his mind, and failing miserably. If it weren’t for the fact that you are here now, I suspect the King would have found some pretext or another to get Legolas to go back to Imladris.” I smiled ruefully at Silinde’s last remark. “That is, of course, if Legolas agreed to go to Imladris again,” I said. “Thranduil may be Legolas’ father, but he is also Legolas’ king. If he had ordered Legolas to go, then Legolas would have to obey that order, as would we all.” “Maybe so, Silinde, but that does not mean that Legolas would have spoken to me.” “Oh, believe me, Aragorn. I would certainly have ensured it, whether the King asked me to do it or not. Even if it meant tying Legolas to a chair to keep him in one place.” I smiled at the mental picture that came into my head. “Nevertheless, as you said, Silinde, I am here, and I will not leave until this whole thing has been resolved. And,” I added as an afterthought, “it may be that you will still need to tie Legolas to a chair.” Silinde grinned. “I suspect that if I didn’t, the King would.” I looked up at the darkening sky. “All thoughts of tying Legolas up aside, I think we need to stop and make camp.” Looking up briefly, Silinde said: “Agreed, Aragorn. We will camp here for the night; from here we should be at the royal palace by mid-morning tomorrow.” A feeling of uneasiness settled in my stomach. If the conversation with Silinde was anything to go by, I was going to have a hard time of it indeed… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Daro – Halt Mae govannen, Aragorn in Dúnedain – Well met, Aragorn of the Dúnedain TBC… *********************************************************************** Title: Reflections (14/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Summary: Legolas wants to run and hide, and Aragorn gets a grilling from Thranduil… Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If there ever was a time That I could use your trust in me And if there ever was a reason For me to get down on my knees And if there’s any way That you could love me anyhow If you ever had much faith in me I could use a little now When I said it would suit me fine If you were out of sight and out of mind That wasn’t me talking That was my wounded pride When I said I didn’t want your love And you were no one I was thinking of Believe me baby I lied ‘Believe Me Baby (I Lied)’ – Trisha Yearwood ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 14: Next morning in Mirkwood Legolas’ POV When I heard that Aragorn was in Mirkwood, and would be at the royal residence by mid-morning, I panicked. I knew he could only be here to see me, and I feverishly began to think of how I could avoid him. “I hope, iôn-nîn, that you were not planning to avoid Aragorn.” Caught up in my musings, I am startled by my father as he entered my room. Swallowing, I said: “Of course not, Ada.” The look in my father’s eyes told me that he knew I was not being truthful. “I’m sorry, Ada,” I said, hanging my head. My father sighed. “Legolas, you cannot avoid him. You know as well as I do why he is here.” I nodded. “Good. I will speak to Aragorn as soon as he arrives. No,” he said, seeing the hopeful expression on my face, “I have no intention of easing the path for you. This is between yourself and Aragorn – I will not interfere. Aragorn said his piece back in Imladris – now it is time for *you* to talk to him.” “Yes, Ada.” “Oh, and Legolas,” continued my father, a stern note evident in his voice, “talk rationally. Don’t let your emotions get the better of you. I don’t think Aragorn needs a hysterical elf on his hands.” “Hysterical? Ada, please! That is most unfair – I do *not* get hysterical!” “True,” retorted my father wryly, “but that doesn’t mean there can’t be a first time.” I looked at my father in consternation, inwardly fuming at his assumption. “Very well, Ada, I will try and not get hysterical,” I said sarcastically. “Enough, Legolas. I think you know what I mean. You may be an elf over 2,900 years old, but this is not some casual dalliance – you are truly in love for the first time in your life. This is a completely different situation for you.” Annoyed, I had to admit that my father was right – again. It was frustrating having a father who knew you so completely. It made me feel that I could never be able to hide anything from him. Ada must have sensed what I was thinking, for he said: “If it’s any consolation, Legolas, I was no different at your age. My father was forever pointing things out to me about myself that I knew to be right. So I can understand your frustration.” He smiled at the rueful look that I gave him. “Ada, can you please ask Aragorn to meet me in the library after you have finished speaking with him?” “I will do that, iôn-nîn. Now, I must go. I have other matters to attend to before Aragorn arrives.” I watched my father leave, and proceeded to await Aragorn’s arrival with trepidation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn’s POV I was growing increasingly more nervous the closer we came to the royal residence. I had already received word that the King wished to see me upon my arrival, and I was thinking the worst. How could I not? Although I replayed my foster-father’s words in my head, I knew there would be some recrimination – Thranduil was not going to let me off that lightly. Wrapped up in my thoughts, I was not aware that we had actually arrived until Silinde gave me a slight nudge. Looking up, I recognised the elf in front of me as being the King’s chief advisor, Gwindor. “The King is in his study – please follow me.” Silinde threw me a sympathetic glance, and I turned and followed Gwindor. Reaching the King’s study, the advisor knocked. “Who is it this time?” Thranduil roared from within, and my heart fell into my boots. ‘This is *not* going to be good,’ I thought. Bracing myself, I waited until Gwindor opened the door and announced my arrival, before stepping aside to allow me through. Murmuring: “Mae govannen, Hîr-nîn,” I waited until the King acknowledge my presence. “So, you’re finally here, Aragorn.” Thranduil looked up from the parchment he held in his hands. Dropping it onto his desk, he rose from his chair and came round his desk to stand in front of me. “What do you have to say for yourself? Legolas was in good spirits when he left for Imladris, yet when he came back it was as if he had the weight of all of Middle-earth on his shoulders. Needless to say, I was not impressed when I heard what had transpired during his stay at Imladris. My son loves you, Aragorn. He had hoped to tell you his feelings, only to find you in the arms of another. I was led to believe you cared for my son. Is that the case? Or do you see him as some amusing plaything, to be discarded once you were finished with him? My son is hurting because of your actions, Aragorn. And what of Haldir? Do you care for him? Or are you toying with his feelings, making him believe that there may be something between the two of you?” I stood there, feeling smaller than a Hobbit. ‘Yet what did you expect, you fool? Of course you were going to get a tirade from Thranduil. And he has every right to be angry with you.’ Hesitantly, I looked at the King. He stood there, glowering at me, obviously waiting for answers. I cleared my throat. “My Lord, it was never my intention to hurt Legolas. I know I was fool, and I regret deeply what occurred between myself and Haldir. I have a great respect for Haldir,” I said carefully, “but I do not care for him in the same way as I care for Legolas. I wish I could explain fully to you how it happened, but I cannot. All I can say is that it was a moment of madness, for which I can only apologise. However, what I can say now, my Lord,” I said, my voice becoming firmer, “is that this will never happen again. I *do* love your son, and I wish to prove that to him, as well as regain his trust in me. That is why I am here, and I can only hope that you will give me the opportunity to speak to him.” Thranduil remained silent, and any confidence I had left slowly disappeared. I watched as the King began to pace the room. “Legolas requested that you meet him in the library. You may go.” My jaw dropped. What? That’s it? ‘You may go?’ “I…I’m sorry, my Lord?” I stammered. “I said, Aragorn, that you may go.” Flustered, I start to make my way to the door. “Aragorn.” Thranduil’s voice stopped me. “Yes, my Lord?” “I believe you – now you need to make Legolas believe you as well. However,” here the King’s gaze became hard, “I will remember this conversation, and what you have said. Should something like that ever happen again, you will most definitely feel the weight of my wrath. I will not stand by and watch my son suffer like this again. Do I make myself clear?” “Perfectly, my Lord,” I replied. I left the King’s study, and after closing the door, I leant against the wall. I briefly closed my eyes, and willed my legs to stop trembling. After a few moments I opened my eyes, took a few deep breaths, and began to slowly make my way to the library and my meeting with Legolas… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Iôn-nîn – My son Ada – Father Mae govannen Hîr-nîn – Well met, my Lord TBC… ************************************************************** Title: Reflections (15/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Summary: Aragorn and Legolas try to talk – again… Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Thought we had a good thing baby You pulled the wool over my eyes I should’ve seen it coming baby Now all I see is a cool love dying Honey I don’t want to hold you down Why you gotta own the lock and the key (tell me baby) A good thing don’t just come around And you can’t have it for free (not me) ‘What’s In It For Me’ – Faith Hill ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 15 Legolas’ POV I had been pacing up and down the library till I felt I had almost worn a hole in the floor. Every so often I would glance at the door, expecting it to open and for Aragorn to step in at any moment. In truth, I had no idea what I should say to him. I knew he had apologised to me back in Imladris; that I had said to him ‘I can forgive you’, but those words seemed hollow to me now. ‘Or is it you cannot forgive yourself?’ I stopped my pacing, and took a deep breath. How I desperately wished that I had declared my feelings to Aragorn earlier – then none of this would have happened. But the traitorous thoughts continued: ‘Yet even if you had declared your feelings, you were not certain that Aragorn returned them. You only had the word of others. What happened with Haldir may still have happened. So what then? What would you have done? Would you have attempted to seduce Aragorn yourself? Try and prove that you were the better elf?’ Bah! My thoughts were beginning to get out of hand. I gave myself a mental shake, and resumed my pacing. A knock on the door. “Legolas?” a voice called softy. Sweet Elbereth – Aragorn. “Come in, Aragorn,” I said. Unfortunately the normal timbre of my voice had somehow changed to a higher pitch. The door opened, and I watched as Aragorn hesitantly came into the room. Good, he was as nervous as I was. That made me feel a little better. “Mae govannen, Aragorn.” Ah, my voice sounded much better, more formal, more…regal. “Err…mae govannen, Legolas,” Aragorn replied, looking a little confused at the sudden formality. Even better – now I felt that I was in control. “I believe you wished to see me, Aragorn.” “Well, yes, that is correct. And now I am here, at your request.” Aragorn’s tone, too, was formal, and more assured. Bother – his nervousness seems to have disappeared. *LOL* “Correct, Aragorn, on the assumption that you wished to see me anyway. I thought the sooner, the better.” “While I agree with your sentiments on ‘the sooner, the better’, I had hoped for a chance to freshen myself before we did.” The conversation stalled – both of us knew we were going through this silly charade in order to avoid the real issue. “Uh, Legolas…?” “Yes, Aragorn?” I replied sweetly, pasting a smile on my lips. I saw Aragorn getting a little nervous again, and it gave me a small sense of satisfaction. “Damn it, Legolas – this is getting ridiculous!” he exploded. “Is it, Aragorn?” I felt that if I kept calm, then Aragorn would become more frustrated. I smiled to myself – so much me becoming ‘hysterical’! And, after all, I was the one who had been wronged – wasn’t I? I decided to let Aragorn suffer a little more. Walking to a chair, I sat down. I looked at Aragorn who looked back at me, obviously trying to work out what to do or say next. I kept quiet, waiting. I was going to enjoy this… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn’s POV I was more than a little bemused – and nervous – by the direction this conversation was going. I looked at Legolas sitting in the chair, not saying a word. To say that I found this all a little unexpected would be an understatement. This was not the Legolas I knew. It was almost as if he was…toying with me. I wasn’t expecting instant forgiveness – it would be foolish on my part if I did. Yet at the same time, I did not want to be led along with a possible promise of reward at the end. Taking stock of the situation, I decided that a change in conversation was in order. “Tell me, Legolas. What was it that attracted you to me?” I watched as Legolas’ eyes widened – he certainly wasn’t expecting *that*. “I could counter that question by asking you what attracted you to me, Aragorn,” he replied. He wore a smug look on his face, as if congratulating himself. I was becoming intrigued by this. ‘Very well, Legolas,’ I thought, ‘if this is how you wish to play the game, then I’ll follow – for now.’ “But, Legolas, I asked the question first. And it is bad manners to ask a question with a question. So, what is your answer?” I stood there, watching, waiting. I could see Legolas battling with himself as to how he was going to answer the question. He sighed. “A number of things, Aragorn. Your honesty, integrity – or what I thought was integrity…” I winced – maybe this was not a good question to ask after all. “…your courage, the fact that you don’t put yourself forward as a hero. You don’t have any airs and graces…” Here Legolas’ voice tailed off, as if he said too much. The confident air that Legolas wore was gone – now I could only see vulnerability in Legolas’ face. “No more games, Legolas. We both know why I’m here,” I said softly. “I cannot tell you how sorry I am for what happened. But this has been eating away at me – I’ve had no rest since you left Imladris, and I know it’s been no different for you.” “Who told you?” I could hear anger in Legolas’ voice. “Silinde, your father. And I can see it with my own eyes…” “Can see what, Aragorn?” Legolas interrupted. “You have not idea what it felt like to see you with Haldir. And I’m not only angry with you, I’m angry with myself for not saying anything sooner. You’re mine, Aragorn, no-one else’s!” I stared at Legolas. Ye Gods – first Haldir, now Legolas. Shakily, I ran a hand through my hair. “Legolas – I will be honest with you. I heard similar words from Haldir. I did not like the idea of being someone’s ‘possession’ then, and I do not like the idea now. Your father asked me if I saw you as some sort of plaything, but I’m beginning to wonder if you do not regard me as *your* plaything, to be put aside when finished with.” There was a look of shock on Legolas’ face. “Haldir said that he wanted you to be his?” he whispered. I nodded. “You never said…” continued Legolas. “…no, I didn’t. I’m sorry,” I finished. “As far as I was concerned, I had made it clear to Haldir that there could never be anything between us, and I will hold to that.” I watched how the emotions flitted across Legolas’ face. And I watched as Legolas went to the door, opened it, and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him… TBC… ***************************************************************** Title: Reflections (16/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Summary: Legolas tries to find a refuge, while Aragorn tries to makes sense of the whole thing… Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Do not waste this evening Baby I’m begging you Your big imagination’s playing its tricks on you If you think my up and leaving’s something I’m gonna do Feel my chest when I look at you Baby you You got my only heart Yah, you got my only heart Yah, you got my only Only heart ‘Only Heart’ – John Mayer ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 16 Legolas’ POV ‘You’re mine, Aragorn, no-one else’s!’ ‘…heard similar words from Haldir…someone’s ‘possession’…plaything…put aside when finished with…’ The words kept going round and round in my head. So Haldir wanted him as much as I did. What did that say about Haldir – that he was possessive, like I was? Did we both see Aragorn as something to be owned? I was annoyed at myself for saying to Aragorn that he was mine. And his response was a clear indication of what he thought of *that*. I had sought refuge in a small storage room near the kitchens – rarely used, I knew that I could remain there for a time without being discovered. Right now, I needed time to think of a way to rectify the situation. This time it was *my* turn to apologise to Aragorn – but where to start? I had seen the honesty and sincerity in his eyes when he apologised to me in the library, and I knew that I could trust him again – I knew that he would always stand by my side. But could I show that same degree of honesty and sincerity as well? Or would my jealousy, my possessiveness, show through? I sighed, not knowing the answer. I sat down on one of the many boxes within the room, and promptly sneezed at the dust that I raised. “Who’s in there?” I looked up and watched the door slowly opening. “Prince Legolas – what in all of Arda are you doing in here? One of the cooks stood in the doorway, looking at me with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. “I was…uh, looking for something,” I stammered. “In here, ernil-nîn?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. “What could possibly be in here that you require? It is merely a storage room, filled more with empty boxes than anything else.” “Which is why I didn’t find what I was looking for,” I answered, a little too brightly. I made my way to the door, hoping to slip away before he asked me… “What, exactly, *were* you looking for, ernil-nîn?” …that question… “Um…I was looking for…uh…feathers! Yes, that’s it – feathers for some new arrows I’m making.” Sweet Elbereth – couldn’t I have thought of anything more ridiculous? “I see. Well, as you said, you did not find what you’re looking for. Was there something else that you were wanting?” “No…no, nothing else, thank you.” I grinned a little sheepishly, and escaped as quickly as I could. ‘Wonderful,’ I thought wryly, as I walked quickly down the corridor, ‘no doubt now the story will go around how the Prince of Mirkwood looks in small, dusty storerooms for feathers!’ I smiled in spite of myself. So much for trying to find a refuge – obviously *that* was not it! My smile faded as my thoughts turned back to Aragorn. I knew Ada would want to know how the talk between Aragorn and myself went, and I wasn’t looking forward to telling him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn’s POV I was stunned. I honestly had not expected for our conversation to turn out the way it did. I was also a little disturbed by the fact that Legolas stated that I was *his*. It was bad enough hearing it from Haldir; frankly, it was worse hearing it from Legolas. I had not anticipated that Legolas could be possessive, and that worried me. Knowing that I was expected to join the King at the dinner table, I left the library and made my way to the room given to me for the duration of my stay. I did not know whether Legolas would be there or not; if he were, then it would make for an awkward meal indeed. I sighed, and entered my room, only to find Silinde already there. “Silinde, what is it? Why are you here?” “I thought the answer was obvious, Aragorn. I came because I wanted to find out how it went between yourself and Legolas.” “Maybe you should be asking Legolas that question,” I said. “I would, if I could find him. He doesn’t seem to be in any of his normal hiding spots and, believe me when I say, I know where they are. We’ve been friends for too long for me not to know.” I looked at Silinde, wondering how much I should tell him. “I take it that it didn’t go that well, hmm?” Silinde asked shrewdly. “You could say that,” I replied. “In fact, I found the whole conversation – if you could call it that – as rather…odd.” “Odd? In what way?” “It was almost as if Legolas was playing games with me. Instead of having a sensible, rational conversation to try and sort this out once and for all, it was as if he was trying to avoid it altogether. I ended up asking him what he saw in me to try and steer the conversation back to something like normal.” Silinde raised an eyebrow. “So what did he say to your question?” “Firstly, he countered it with the question as to what I saw in him, till I pointed out to him that it was impolite to counter one question with another. He mentioned something about my ‘honesty’, my ‘supposed integrity’,” I smiled ruefully, “oh, and something about courage. I confess that I didn’t really listen all that well to his answer.” “I like the ‘supposed integrity’,” commented Silinde. I snorted. “I then told him how sorry I was for what happened, how this had been eating away at me, and that I knew it was eating away at him. Whereupon he told me I knew nothing of what he felt when he saw me with Haldir, and that I was his, and *his* alone.” Silinde looked at me reflectively. Continuing, I said: “I told Legolas that I had heard similar words from Haldir, and I had no interest in being someone’s possession. I actually asked him if he saw me as some sort of plaything to be discarded when finished – strangely enough the King asked me if I saw Legolas as that before I went to the library to see Legolas. Legolas left the room after that.” “I see.” “You see…what, Silinde? I had not thought Legolas to be possessive – is he?” I asked. “He can be. But you were right in telling him that you were not going to be anyone’s possession.” Silinde paused. “As I have already told you, Aragorn, Legolas is jealous. And he is afraid. The two do not make a good combination. You have done all you could. You cannot keep apologising and saying you’re sorry – it is up to Legolas now.” Silinde made his way to the door, and opened it, saying: “I’ll leave you to freshen yourself for dinner. I can tell you now that Legolas will be there – I’m under instructions from his father to ensure that Legolas appears at the dinner table. Providing, of course,” Silinde muttered under his breath, “if I can find him.” The door closed, and I was left to mull over what had transpired over the last few hours. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Ernil-nîn – My Prince Ada – Father TBC… *************************************************************** Title: Reflections (17/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: An uncomfortable dinner, and a visitor arrives at Mirkwood… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘I heard the rumour that we’re callin’ it off And we won’t last too long But I get the feelin’ when I’m lookin’ at you, baby They couldn’t be more wrong They’ve been sayin’ it’s a shaky romance And they don’t give the two of us too much of a chance But if the Grand Canyon is just some ditch Dorothy and Toto fought just some witch And if Babe Ruth was just some guy with a glove Then oooh baby this is just some love’ ‘Just Some Love’ – Keith Urban ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 17 Aragorn’s POV After having the chance to refresh myself, I made my way to the dining hall, my mind still on what had happened with Legolas. Thranduil was already there; a shadow of annoyance flashed across his face, before he nodded curtly in my direction. I stopped in the doorway – though there was no sign of Legolas, I wondered if he had spoken to his father since leaving the library. “Why are you standing there, Aragorn? Come in! Sit!” Thranduil’s voice was clipped. Cautiously, I made my way to the table and sat down, aware of the King’s scrutiny. “So what happened? Did you speak to my son?” “Yes, I spoke to Legolas,” I said. Swallowing, I continued cautiously: “Did he not speak to you?” “Speak to me? I don’t even know where he is! Every time someone comes through that door I expect it to be him.” Ah, that explained the look before. “I’m sorry, my Lord, but I do not know where he is.” “No need to apologise, Aragorn,” Thranduil said. “Why do I get the feeling that things did not go as they should have?” he continued morosely. I looked at him. “My Lord,” I began hesitantly, “Legolas seemed to act a little…strange when I tried to talk to him.” “Strange?!” the King barked. “He’s been acting strange since he returned from Imladris!” I grimaced. Good point. “Well?” Hmmm? The King was looking at me expectantly. “I’m sorry, my Lord?” “Well – what happened? Did you both finally sort something out?” Thranduil asked. “Ah…actually…it’s like this…” Oh Gods, talk about a stuttering fool. Thranduil’s gaze bored through me. “Very little happened, my Lord, and no – we did not sort anything out.” Thranduil’s expression was grim. “Why am I not surprised?” There was a hint of anger in his voice. “The fool – what did he actually say to you?” Thranduil asked. I wavered for a moment, then grudgingly replied: “He said something to the effect that I was his, and no one else’s.” I was not comfortable telling him this, yet I didn't know what I should – or could – tell him. Thranduil was perceptive; and he was good at getting information out of people without them realising it. Thranduil got up from his chair and began to pace the room. “And what did you say to that?” I sighed. “That I’d heard something similar from Haldir, and that I did not like the idea of being someone’s possession.” Thranduil stopped his pacing. “So Haldir told you that as well, did he? Hmm…interesting. Do you know why both Haldir and Legolas have this ‘view’ of you?” “No, my Lord.” I wondered what on earth made him ask that question. “Do you?” I asked. There was a look of surprise on the King’s face. “Er…no. Just wondering if you did, that was all.” We both were saved from continuing the conversation when Legolas came into the room, followed by a harassed-looking Silinde. “Finally!” Thranduil barked. Legolas had the grace to look sheepish. “Forgive me, Ada…I mean, my Lord,” amended Legolas quickly, seeing the look on the King’s face, “I…I didn’t hear the dinner bell.” “That’s because,” the King said waspishly, “there wasn’t one. I gave a specific time as to when dinner was to take place; therefore, I saw no need for the dinner bell.” Nodding to Silinde, he said: “Thank you, you may go.” Silinde bowed, then withdrew. Thranduil sat back down at the table. I watched as Legolas approached the table; he was studiously avoiding my gaze. Pulling out a chair, he sat down, staring at his plate as if it were the most fascinating thing in the whole of Middle-earth. “So, Legolas, what happened between yourself and Aragorn in the library? According to Aragorn, very little.” I squirmed in my seat. Now it was my turn to avoid Legolas’ stare as his gaze fixed on me. “No – we actually said very little,” Legolas confessed. “I gathered that,” replied Thranduil sourly. “And, of course, you had to say something about ‘owning’ Aragorn.” ‘Oh Valar, the King would have to bring that up,’ I thought. I risked a glance at Legolas – he was looking at me, annoyance clear on his face. “I didn’t realise that you had to know every single detail of what little conversation we had, my Lord,” answered Legolas smoothly. If there ever was a time when the similarities between Thranduil and Legolas showed, then this was one of them. Both of them could be hard-headed and stubborn, and I had no desire to be caught up between them. I cleared my throat. “Maybe we should enjoy some of this food and wine first, and then contin…,” I gulped as two pairs of eyes swivelled round in my direction. Thranduil pursed his lips, then said: “You’re right, Aragorn. We shall continue this after the meal.” I smiled weakly, and risked another glance at Legolas. He sat there, stony-faced, yet his eyes were shooting daggers at me. Not good. We began to eat in uncomfortable silence, punctuated only by ‘please pass the wine’ or ‘please pass the vegetable platter’. The tension in the air was palpable, and I began to wonder if my decision to come to Mirkwood had been the right one. Certainly, at this point in time, I was thinking that it was not. We had barely finished the main course when there was a small cough at the doorway. Looking up, we saw it was Saelbeth. “My Lord,” he began, casting an apologetic glance at the King. “A messenger has arrived from Lothlórien. He says he has an urgent message from the Lord and Lady, and wishes to see you immediately.” “And who would this messenger be?” the King asked. ‘Please, please don’t let it be him,’ I thought to myself, just as Saelbeth uttered the one name I did not want to hear: “Haldir, my Lord.” Legolas stood up abruptly, sending his chair flying. “Haldir?” he hissed. “Haldir had the nerve to come here? Well, when he returns to Lothlórien, it will be in pieces!” Legolas stormed out of the room before anyone had a chance to say anything. Thranduil, Saelbeth and I looked at each other, stunned, before we quickly left the room to follow a very irate Legolas… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Ada – Father TBC… ****************************************************************** Title: Reflections (18/?) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: A confrontation ensues… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘I’m so tired of being here Suppressed by all of my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave Because your presence still lingers here And it won’t leave me alone These wounds won’t seem to heal This pain is just too real There’s just too much that time cannot erase ‘My Immortal’ – Evanescence ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 18 Legolas’ POV Racing down the corridor, my only thought was to inflict as much damage to Haldir as possible. ‘How dare he come here,’ I fumed. ‘Why! Did he not think that I would be here?’ Now, I was just determined that what happened between him and Aragorn would never happen again. “Legolas – wait!” I heard the voice, recognising it as Aragorn’s, but I paid him no heed. I had no intention of stopping. “Legolas!!” My father’s voice roared down the corridor. I faltered slightly. I recognised that tone – one I very rarely heard directed at myself, but I knew its import. I sighed. My desire to reduce Haldir to pieces warred with stopping and letting my father and Aragorn catch up with me. Reflecting only briefly, desire won…I would worry about my father’s wrath later. I sped up, intent on reaching Haldir before someone reached me… Throwing open the door to the reception area where I knew Haldir would be waiting, I stormed into the room and launched myself at him before he had a chance to react. “What,” I hissed, grabbing the front of his tunic, “are you doing here, Haldir?” I could see the shocked look in Haldir’s eyes as he tried vainly to release himself from my grip. “I bring a message to your King from the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien – why else would I be here?” he retorted, hands on my wrists. “Yes, but why you?” I persisted. “Surely someone else could have been sent with the message – why the March Warden of Lothlórien? Surely you would be of better use guarding the borders of the Golden Wood? Or have you been demoted? Made a mere messenger instead?” I tightened my grip on him, bringing my face closer to his. “Or are you here merely to cause more trouble?” I saw the anger flare in Haldir’s eyes. “Trouble, Legolas? Care to tell me what you mean by that?” “You know what I mean! I suppose you knew that Aragorn would be here – is that why you’re here, to force your attentions on him again?” “You forget yourself, Legolas. I had no idea that Aragorn would be here, nor am I interested to know. What happened between myself and Aragorn at Imladris will not be repeated here – I shall find a more *opportune* time for that,” Haldir said with a sneer. “Now unhand me!”. “Oh, I will unhand you, Haldir – only to use my knives against you!” “No, Legolas!” Suddenly I found arms around me, hands prying mine away from Haldir, before being forcibly moved away. “No, Legolas,” I heard a voice whisper in my ear. Aragorn. I struggled vainly, but Aragorn held me in too tight a grip. “Let. Me. Go,” I enunciated clearly in a low voice. “No, Legolas, I will not. I cannot let you harm Haldir.” Twisting around in his grasp, I spat at Aragorn: “So you take his side then!” Aragorn sighed. “I am not taking sides, Legolas. I’m trying to stop you from doing something foolish!” I looked back at Haldir. In the meantime, he had straightened his tunic, and the look he was directing at me was disdainful. He turned to my father, who had by now entered the room. Saelbeth was hovering in the doorway, taking in what was happening with an incredulous expression on his face. “Mae govannen, Hîr-nîn. I bring an urgent message from the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien. They have asked me to obtain your reply as soon as possible so that I may return to the Golden Wood post-haste.” I heard Haldir say. Still struggling against Aragorn’s hold on me, I seethed inwardly – I was still determined to get at Haldir. Aragorn’s grip tightened imperceptibly. He was equally determined to make sure that I could not escape and launch myself at Haldir again. I turned as my father and Haldir approached the door to leave. “We will talk about this later, Legolas,” my father said to me before leaving the room. Haldir followed him, and I could see a smirk on his face. I ground my teeth in frustration. “Saelbeth,” I heard Aragorn say, “please leave and close the door behind you. Legolas and I are going to have a talk.” “Of course, Aragorn,” Saelbeth replied. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn’s POV Chasing Legolas down the corridor, I couldn’t help thinking: ‘Why? Why did it have to be Haldir? Couldn’t it have been someone else?’ I looked briefly at Thranduil – I could see in his face that his feelings mirrored my own. The look we gave each other was grim. We finally caught up with Legolas as he threatened to use his knives against Haldir. I grabbed hold of Legolas, determined to stop him from doing something he would later regret. “No, Legolas!” I shouted. “No, Legolas,” I whispered, my mouth near his ear as I tried to restrain him. “Let. Me. Go,” I heard Legolas say, but I shook my head, telling him that I couldn’t let him harm Haldir. My patience with the Prince wore even thinner when he accused me of taking sides. Sighing, I said: “I am not taking sides, Legolas. I’m trying to stop you from doing something foolish!” That didn’t stop Legolas from trying to free himself. I vaguely heard Haldir addressing Thranduil – my efforts were taken up trying to restrain one beautiful, golden elf…one beautiful, golden elf whose body was, with his struggles, rubbing against mine, especially against a certain part of my anatomy, creating some very interesting sensations… I swallowed. I gripped Legolas even harder when his struggles increased. Problem was, the sensations increased too… Thranduil and Haldir were about to the leave the room when Thranduil addressed his son. “We will talk about this later, Legolas,” he said, before leaving the room with Haldir. After they left, I turned to Saelbeth. “Saelbeth, please leave and close the door behind you. Legolas and I are going to have a talk.” Saelbeth left, and I slowly released my grip on Legolas. He twisted out of my grasp, taking a few steps before turning around to face me. “Why! Why did you stop me!” he stormed. I looked at him – hair dishevelled, cerulean eyes bright with fury. I smiled to myself. I could get used to Legolas being angry – if anything, he looked even more beautiful. “Why, indeed?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips. I watched Legolas’ eyes widen as I slowly began to approach him… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Mae govannen, Hîr-nîn – Well met, my Lord TBC… Title: Reflections (19/21) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: Aragorn decides it’s time to talk to Legolas again and travels to Mirkwood… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you or tell you that but if I didn’t say it well I’d still have felt it, where’s the sense in that I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder or return to where we were but I will go down with this ship and I won’t put my hands up and surrender there will be no white flag above my door, I’m in love and always will be’ ‘White Flag’ – Dido ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 19 Legolas’ POV I watched as Aragorn slowly approached me, a smile on his lips. I started backing away, till the back of my legs hit a chair, and I found myself sitting in it. Aragorn placed his hands on the arm rests on either side of me, effectively pinning me in place. “No more games, Legolas,” he said. “Why were you so determined to attack Haldir?” I looked at Aragorn; he was no longer smiling, his eyes were like steel. “Legolas?” The voice was soft, measured, but it brooked no argument. “You know why, Aragorn!” I snarled back, my anger at Haldir giving me voice. “So what happened is now entirely Haldir’s fault?” Aragorn leaned down further; I couldn’t escape his gaze. “Haldir did not deserve for you to attack him the way you did, let alone threaten him. Nor was he entirely to blame. However, at the time of said incident,” there was a mocking smile on Aragorn’s face, “I only had the word of others telling me that you loved me. As you had the word of others that you loved me – am I correct?” I nodded. “Yet I find myself being condemned because I ‘allowed’ Haldir to try and seduce me. Yes, I *was* attracted to him – I concede that. And no, I did not resist as strongly as I should have initially. But I was made to feel that I ‘betrayed’ you, yet you were not entirely sure of my feelings for you because you did not really know what they were. I have had Elladan accusing me of being ‘dense’ and ‘naïve’. I have had your father tell me in no uncertain terms that ‘if this sort of thing happened again’, I would feel the full weight of his wrath.” Aragorn gave a snort of disgust. “You played the injured party, I the guilty one, in this whole – how shall I put it? – charade. And to what purpose? What have you gained from all of this? Hmm?” I cringed under his barrage of words. He was right. In the end, no one was really to blame. Not Haldir, not Aragorn. I had, in effect, blown the whole thing out of proportion by acting the way I did. “To answer your question, Aragorn, I gained very little out of it except unnecessary heartache. But,” I said, straightening in the chair, “you did not exactly help matters by behaving the way *you* did – taking the blame on your shoulders, accepting when I said that you were weak.” Angrily, I pushed against him, forcing him away from the chair so that I could stand. He looked at me warily. “You are not weak, Aragorn. You never have been,” I said softly. “It was your strength that attracted me to you; your ability to remain cool in a crisis – many men would run, but you stand your ground, never yielding. I was wrong to call you weak – so very wrong.” Aragorn stood there, hands by his side, his expression inscrutable. “I’m glad to hear that, Legolas,” he said. “At least I have *one* redeeming feature in your eyes.” His tone was slightly mocking now. “Tell me, what were the other things you mentioned in our little discussion in the library? Let me see…ah, yes, honesty I believe was one thing you said, and courageous – and I would have to be that, coming here to brave your father and whoever else in order to talk to you, considering how *guilty* I was, hmm?” Aragorn’s voice was scathing now, and I watched in trepid fascination as he stalked the room. “And one more thing…now, what was it? Oh, of course – integrity! The integrity that was possibly misplaced? Lost? Care to advise me, Legolas, how I *regain* my integrity?” He stopped, and turned to look at me. “I…I’m sorry,” I whispered. I began to walk towards him, afraid to do so, but needing to. He watched me as I approached him. I stopped in front of him, looking into his eyes, trying to see some sort of emotion in them. But they were hard, unyielding, giving nothing away. I tried to think of something to say, but what? That I was afraid of losing him before I really had him? We stood there for what seemed an interminable amount of time, the silence surrounding us like a shroud. Keeping my gaze locked with his, I tentatively raised my hand to touch his face, my fingers tracing a gentle path down his cheek, across the stubble that was there, moving across to rest gently on his mouth. His lips felt so soft…I wanted desperately to kiss him, but I didn’t know if he would welcome it. Aragorn closed his eyes briefly; when he re-opened them, they seemed more blue, more gentle. I took hope from that and I leant it, replacing my fingers with my lips. His lips felt as soft – nay, softer – under my lips than under my fingers. I kept the kiss chaste; but it was hard – I had dreamed of doing this for so long that it took all my willpower to stop it from being any more. Breaking the kiss, I looked at him, trying to gauge his reaction. Now it was Aragorn’s turn to raise his hand and to place it gently on my face, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. I watched in amazement as his eyes filled with tears before he whispered: “Oh, Legolas…” He then dropped his hand, turned away from me and walked out the room, leaving me standing there in stunned disbelief… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn’s POV I watched Legolas cringe under my words. It was if all my pent-up frustration with this whole situation was finally finding release. I spoke true when I said it had been eating away at me; I began to wonder why on earth I had allowed myself to be the scapegoat in this. Yes, Haldir approached me; yes, I responded to his advances. Yes, the twins told me that Legolas loved me because he told them, but *he* had not told *me* before then, anymore than *I* had told *him*. In the end, I no longer knew – nor cared – who was right or who was wrong. I just wanted this resolved one way or the other. He pushed me away, accusing me of not helping matters by behaving as I did – accepting the guilt, that I was *weak*. More fool me, then. My emotions were in a turmoil, yet I strived to keep my expression neutral – almost hard, even. I had said my piece, now it was Legolas’ turn. I heard him say ‘I’m sorry’ before he approached me. We stood there, looking at each other, not saying anything. When he reached out with his hand to touch my face, I held my breath. His fingers ended up gently resting on my lips, and I closed my eyes. After I opened them his fingers were replaced with his lips – a soft, gentle kiss but, somehow, filled with promise. He broke the kiss and looked at me, obviously waiting for some sort of reaction. In all honesty, I was stunned. It was not what I was expecting after the words that I had spoken. I raised my hand to cup his face, my thumb gently stroking his cheek. For some reason I felt my eyes fill with tears. I could only say: “Oh, Legolas…” before turning and leaving the room. If he had only yelled at me, been angry with me…I could have dealt with that. Feeling totally confused by my own reactions, I made my way back to my room… TBC… *************************************************** Title: Reflections (20/21) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: Aragorn decides it’s time to talk to Legolas again and travels to Mirkwood… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘The first time I looked in your eyes I knew I would do anything for you The first time you touched my face I felt What I’d never felt with anyone else I want to give back what you’ve given to me I wanna witness all of your dreams Now that you’ve shown me who I really am I wanna be more than just your man’ ‘Your Everything’ – Keith Urban ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 20 Legolas’ POV I felt as if my heart had shattered when Aragorn left the room. ‘Why?’ I wondered. ‘Did I say something wrong – was my kiss so unwelcome?’ I shakily made my way back to the chair; my legs didn’t seem to want to support me anymore. Putting my face in my hands, my mind went back to Aragorn’s words. He sounded so…bitter, frustrated, angry…and I couldn’t blame him. He was right when he called it a charade – a ridiculous charade that had grown out of all proportion, leaving us both appearing, and feeling, like fools. I raised my head, brushing away an errant tear that threatened to run down my cheek. ‘Pull yourself together, Legolas!’ I told myself sternly. ‘You are a Prince of Mirkwood, a warrior – you don’t run away from danger; you face it head on!’ Making my way to the door, I stopped momentarily. Was Aragorn a danger? I smiled ruefully. The only danger that Aragorn presented was to my heart. It may feel shattered now, but I was determined to try and pick up the pieces… Entering the corridor, I began to make my way to Aragorn’s room, feeling it was the best place to start. If he wasn’t there…well, then I’d search until I’d found him, even if I turned the palace upside down in the process. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn’s POV Mentally, I gave myself a kick. ‘How could you have been so stupid?’ I chastised myself. ‘Legolas apologises, kisses you – something you had been dreaming of for how long? – and you run out from there like a…like a…oh Gods!’ I ran my hand through my hair – again. ‘Right,’ I though savagely, yanking open the door, ‘you’re going to make your way back to that room and…’ I never managed to complete the thought as my nose almost connected with a hand that was poised to knock on the door – Legolas’ hand. I stepped back warily, not sure what Legolas’ mood was. While his expression seemed innocent enough, the fact that I had run out on him before didn’t necessarily mean that his mood was innocent. I’ve found out that appearances can be deceiving where the Prince of Mirkwood was concerned. “Aragorn! I was just about to knock on the door when you opened it.” “I’m glad to hear that you were only going to knock on the door.” “What do you mean by that?” Legolas asked, a look of puzzlement on his face. I sighed. “Never mind.” Standing aside, I gestured to Legolas to enter the room, closing the door when he had done so. Without preamble, Legolas asked: “Why did you run out on me?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas’ POV “Why did you run out on me?” I asked. “I…er…well…um…” By the Valar, was I going to get a sensible answer out of him? Time I took the initiative. “Do you accept that I’m sorry for what happened?” Aragorn looked at me. “Yes,” he said, looking at me warily. “Was my kiss unpleasant?” “No!” Well, *that* was something positive then. “Then why?” “Why, what?” I groaned. “Aragorn! This is turning into another charade! Why. Did. You. Run. Out. On. Me? I enunciated each word clearly, hoping that, this time, I’d get a sensible answer. I was out of luck. “I don’t know,” Aragorn mumbled. “You don’t know. Well, frankly Aragorn, I don’t know why I’m here attempting to have a conversation with you. You pointed out before, quite rightly, that this whole thing had become totally ridiculous. I said I was sorry. All right, maybe I had been too forward in kissing you, but I wanted to, and you didn’t exactly push me away. And then you run! How do you think I felt watching you leave that room?” The words came out in such a rush that I had to stop and pause for breath. “Legolas, I honestly don’t know why I left as I did. I was actually on my way back to you when I opened the door and found you standing there. Forgive me, I shouldn’t have run out on you like I did.” Aragorn looked at me, before continuing: “However, if you would let me, I could try and make it up to you for that…” “How?” I asked suspiciously, noting the slightly mischievous grin on Aragorn’s face. “Well, we are in my room, and there *is* a bed just behind you… I could feel my jaw dropping to the ground… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn’s POV I don’t know what possessed me to say that there was a bed just behind him, but the expression on Legolas’ face was a picture. At first, there was disbelief, then indignation. His eyes turned a brighter blue as the temper rose in him. If anything, my smile grew wider, and that annoyed him even more. His mouth was opening and closing, but I could see he was struggling to find the words. I quickly covered the space between us, and took Legolas’ face in my hands. Without giving him the chance to react, I kissed him, savouring the feel of his lips under mine. His mouth opened without violation, and my tongue slipped inside, mapping its way along the inside of his lips, his teeth, before languorously duelling with his tongue. Pulling him closer to me, I savoured the feeling of having him in my arms. Briefly, my thoughts turned to Haldir – how could I have possibly been attracted to him when I had this beautiful creature? And just as quickly, my thoughts turned back to the matter in hand. We broke apart as the need to breath became paramount. “Aragorn,” Legolas whispered. In reply, I buried my face in his hair, breathing in its sweet scent. I was so overcome by the intensity of my feelings for Legolas that I couldn't speak. Then Legolas shattered the moment completely when he asked: “Who is the better kisser – myself or Haldir? TBC… ******************************************************************* Title: Reflections (21/21) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: PG Summary: Aragorn decides it’s time to talk to Legolas again and travels to Mirkwood… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Doing everything that I believe in Going by the rules that I’ve been taught More understanding of what’s around me And protected from the walls of love All that you see is me And all I truly believe That I was born to try I’ve learned to love Be understanding And believe in life But you’ve got to make choices Be wrong or right Sometimes you’ve got to sacrifice the things you like’ ‘Born to Try’ – Delta Goodram ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 21 Legolas’ POV The question slipped out. I don’t know who was more horrified – myself or Aragorn. I looked at him, and saw the hurt in his eyes. He dropped his hands to his side, and backed away from me. “I’m sorry, Aragorn! Forgive me – I shouldn’t have asked that! It was wrong of me. Please!” I was begging, I knew, but when I stretched out my hands to him, he moved further away. Aragorn shook his head slowly. “No, Legolas, you shouldn’t have asked that,” he murmured, and began to make his way to the door. “NO!” I shouted. Then in a quieter voice, I continued: “Please, Aragorn, don’t leave. Please…” Dropping his hand away from the door handle, Aragorn made his way to a chair and sat down. He stared at the floor, seemingly lost in thought, before raising his head and looking at me. “Forgive me,” I whispered, unable to take the look of sorrow in his face. “Is it so important to you, Legolas, to know how well Haldir kissed? Do you really want me to make a comparison between the two of you? Of all the stupid, ridiculous questions to ask! Why, damn it?!” Aragorn’s voice was louder now, fuelled by anger. “Because I want to know!” Oh Gods, I cannot believe I just said that. Neither could Aragorn, judging by the incredulous look on his face. “What? I can’t believe I’m hearing this!” For a moment there was silence, then Aragorn chuckled, as if all of a sudden he found the whole thing amusing. “I suppose that next you’d like me to make a comparison between your chest and his – who is the more muscular, or whatever ridiculous thing you can think of? I suppose I should be thankful that there is nothing *else* for which I need to make comparisons of.” The sarcasm was positively dripping from Aragorn’s voice. I looked away, feeling totally foolish and wishing that *I* could be the one to escape. “Look at me, Legolas.” Swallowing hard, I did as he asked. “I love *you*, Legolas,” he said. “I always will. There will never be another for me.” He rose from the chair and approached me. “I don’t want your jealousy to come between us, Legolas.” He quickly put a finger against my lips to silence me. “I don’t want you thinking every time I talk to someone that I’m going to tumble into bed with them. That’s just not going to happen. You need to trust me, as I need to trust you. I’m willing to do that – are you?” I looked at the man standing before me. Here I was, an immortal, over 2,000 years old, yet it was Aragorn, so much younger than I, who was showing the greater wisdom. “You’re right Aragorn. It’s just…” I faltered, trying to find the right words. “It’s just that others – like Haldir,” here I looked at Aragorn, but he showed no annoyance in my mentioning Haldir’s name, “others that find you attractive, and would desire you. You have an air of mystery about you that draws people to you, and they wish to know what hides under the mask that you wear. I’m afraid…to lose you…” Aragorn pulled me into his arms. “Oh, meleth-nîn,” he said. ‘Meleth-nîn’ – I couldn’t help but feel a frisson of pleasure. Looking into my eyes, he continued: “You know that I am mortal. While I will live longer than other men, one day I will pass from this world. You will, in effect, lose me in that way, though it pains me to say this. Nay, hush, Legolas,” as I tried to protest, “I will be with you for as long as you will have me.” “Forever, Aragorn, forever,” I whispered fiercely. I buried my face into his neck, breathing in his scent, wanting to imprint it onto my mind. We stood there for a time, just holding each other, until there was a knock at the door. We pulled apart, and Aragorn went to the door and opened it. “Ah, Aragorn. I was wondering if the Prince were with you?” Saelbeth. I sighed, knowing why he was here. “Yes, Saelbeth?” I asked, making my way to stand next to Aragorn. “The King wishes for you to see him in his study – immediately.” “Thank you, Saelbeth.” I looked ruefully at Aragorn, and he nodded in understanding. “Do you wish for me to come with you?” he asked. “To present a united front, shall we say?” “I would not have you look upon me as a coward, Aragorn, that I cannot face my own father,” I said, “but I am grateful for your offer.” “I never said or implied you were a coward, Legolas. But at least your father will see that we have ‘resolved’ our differences.” “True, but it will not only be my father that I need to face, but Haldir as well. I owe him an apology for my actions earlier.” “Then let us not wait keep your father waiting any longer.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aragorn’s POV Legolas and I made our way to the King’s study. I could see the pensive look on Legolas’ face, and I gave his hand a slight squeeze in reassurance. Knocking on the door, we heard the stern command ‘Enter!’. We entered, and found that Haldir was there as well, wearing a smug, self-satisfied smile. Legolas looked at me briefly, then made his way to Haldir. “I wish to apologise, Haldir. I had no right to attack you the way I did. My behaviour was inexcusable. I can only hope you can forgive me for this transgression, and you have my word that it will not happen again.” Legolas then turned to his father. “My Lord, I apologise for my actions earlier. It was not my intention to bring Mirkwood into disrepute by my behaviour, nor do I wish for relations between Mirkwood and Lothlórien to be harmed in any way.” Haldir looked at Legolas, a little nonplussed. I hid a smile – obviously Haldir was not expecting Legolas to take the initiative. Even Thranduil seemed surprised. Haldir cleared his throat, and taking a quick glance at a bemused-looking Thranduil, he said: “I accept your apology. As you said to the King, relations between the two realms shouldn’t be harmed because of a ‘slight’ misunderstanding.” I noticed the emphasis on the word ‘slight’, as did Legolas but, to his credit, he said nothing. The King rose from his chair, and approached his son. “At least you saw the error of your ways, Legolas, and apologised. As far as I am concerned, this matter is now closed.” Thranduil then glanced at me. “Aragorn – I take it that you and Legolas have settled matters between yourselves?” “We have, my Lord,” I said. “Good, good.” Turning to Haldir, the King said: “As you have decided to return to Lothlórien immediately, I wish you all speed on journey, Haldir.” “My Lord,” said Haldir, bowing to the King. Then with a nod in Legolas’ direction, Haldir started to leave the room, pausing briefly to look at me and mouthed: ‘Until next time’. Before I could react, Haldir left. I looked at Legolas; he stood there, puzzled, obviously wondering what had just happened. I gave a small shrug with my shoulders, and we both looked at Thranduil as he addressed us. “Finally – it’s taken you both long enough to sort this out. I, for one, was beginning to get rather tired of all of this. So, tell me,” he said, making his way back to his chair, “what did you say to each other that finally brought you both to your senses?” Legolas and I looked at each other. “Ada, that is between myself and Aragorn,” Legolas said, smiling. “After all, I don’t know every detail about yourself, nor do I wish to.” “That’s because some things are *private*, pen-neth,” Thranduil retorted. “Exactly, Ada, exactly.” Thranduil smiled ruefully. Turning towards me, the King said: “Aragorn, you are welcome to stay for as long as you wish. You and Legolas will wish to…ah…get to know each other a little better.” I suppressed another smile. “I accept your kind invitation, my Lord,” I said, glancing at Legolas, and saw the warmth reflected in his eyes. Oh yes, I was looking forward to getting to know Legolas a little better – much, much better… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Meleth-nîn – My love Ada – Father Pen-neth – Young one TBC… ********************************************************** Title: Reflections (Epilogue) Author: Inwë Sáralondë (mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au) Pairing(s): Aragorn/Legolas Rating: R Summary: Aragorn decides it’s time to talk to Legolas again and travels to Mirkwood… Disclaimer: Wish I could say that I own them, but I don’t. Characters are courtesy of the wonderful imagination of J.R.R. Tolkien Warnings: None Authors Note: This is my first time at writing any sort of story, so any feedback would be welcomed! To my beta Yvonne – thank you for your suggestions and comments, they’re very much appreciated. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘I’ve been working all day long And I’m ready to come on home to you All the other guys roll their eyes And don’t realise it’s what I wanna do, it’s what I wanna do They say I’m wrapped around your finger But they don’t understand That what we’ve got is more Than just a diamond on your hand Baby it’s a long thing – whoa Oh baby it’s a long thing – yeah’ ‘It’s a Love Thing’ – Keith Urban ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Epilogue: Still in Mirkwood, a week later… Aragorn’s POV I lay on the bank, content to let the sun dry me after my swim. Legolas was still in the water, and I watched through half-closed lids as little droplets of water on his back shimmered in the sun. He sensed my eyes were upon him, for he turned towards me, a smile on his lips. Making his way out of the water, I marvelled once again at his perfection. He lay down next to me, propping his head with his left hand. “What are you thinking of, Aragorn?” he asked softly. “Thinking how beautiful you are, melethron-nîn.” A faint blush covered Legolas’ face, something I found endearing. “As you are beautiful to me, Aragorn,” he whispered, as he lowered his head to favour me with a kiss. “I could never compare to you,” I said once his lips left mine. I put my hand behind his head, intending to bring it down for another kiss, but he stopped me. “Ah, no comparisons, remember? You will always be beautiful to me, even when you are old and grey.” The fingers on his right hand began to trace a pattern on my chest, gently ghosting over a nipple, before slowly travelling down to my stomach. I could feel myself hardening. “Close your eyes, meleth-nîn,” said Legolas. I looked at him. “Why?” I asked. “Because I asked you to,” he replied. I saw a mischievous smile, and wondered what Legolas had in mind. “Very well,” I sighed. I closed my eyes, and waited. “Just relax, and feel, Aragorn,” I heard him whisper. I could feel something skimming over my stomach – it wasn’t his fingers, it was something different, something soft. Whatever it was, it was not unpleasant – it even tickled a little. “No peeking!” Legolas chastised me as I tried to open one eye a little to see whatever it was he was using. It gently began to trace a path up my chest, and skimmed alongside my neck. I gave a snort, trying to stifle the laughter. “Aragorn?” I heard Legolas ask. “It tickles!” I retorted. “I don’t care whether or not it tickles, Aragorn. I told you to just relax and feel. Try and contain your laughter!” The words seemed stern, but I could hear the amusement in Legolas’ voice. “It seems I do not have much choice,” I grumbled. “No, you don’t. Now be quiet.” He resumed his ‘torture’; it now travelled up to my face, going along the stubble, making its way to my left ear. Recognition dawned – Legolas was using a feather. The feather was being stroked across my forehead, down my nose, across my right cheek, before travelling down my neck again. Legolas continued his ministrations – across a nipple, down to my stomach again, before gently tracing a path from the base of my now hardened cock to its tip. “You are obviously enjoying this, Aragorn.” “Oh, yes,” I breathed, my senses heightened by what Legolas was doing to me. Suddenly, the feather was gone. For a moment, there was nothing. I knew Legolas was still there; I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Legolas,” I whispered hoarsely, “why did you stop?” “Maybe I have something else in mind,” was the husky reply. The ‘something else’ was his hand encircling my arousal, a thumb circling the tip, smearing the pre-come that was there. “Legolas…” “Shh, Aragorn…” Oh so slowly, Legolas began to stroke my arousal, and my hips began to buck involuntarily. “Keep still, Aragorn.” “*That* is very easy for you to say, Elf – do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I growled. “Hmm, a fairly good one, I would think.” The strokes increased, and I could feel myself hurtling towards completion. When it came, it left me shuddering and gasping for breath. I opened my eyes to the sight of Legolas licking the come from his fingers. The sight was enough to make me start hardening again. “So sweet, Aragorn,” he said, leaning in to kiss me, and I could taste myself on his lips. Looking down, I could see his arousal, begging for release. “Let me return the favour,” I said, my hand making its way down. “No,” said Legolas, grasping my wrist. I looked at him, and I could see in his eyes what he wanted. “It’s my turn, is it not?” I asked, my cock twitching in anticipation. “No, it isn’t Aragorn,” he stated emphatically. I smiled. Reaching over to his tunic lying nearby, I watched as he removed a small vial of oil. Turning back to me, he asked: “Can I presume that your smile means that I can have my wicked way with you?” My smile broadened. “Oh yes, it certainly does, meleth-nîn, it certainly does…” Which Legolas proceeded to do, to great satisfaction for both of us... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legolas’ POV I lay in Aragorn’s arms, sated and content after our love-making. Aragorn had fallen asleep – I could feel how his chest rose and fell in gentle rhythm. Gently disentangling myself, I looked down on him. I reflected on the long and sometimes tortuous path that finally led us to here, and smiled. Brushing away an errant lock of hair away from his face, I whispered: “Forever, Aragorn, forever…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Translations: Melethron-nîn – My lover (male) Meleth-nîn – My love FINIS