Title: The Lorien sky
Author: Lennon (Lamnidae@gmx.at)
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas
Rating: G
Summary: A moment of rest in Lothlorien, but Aragorn is too concerned 
about the future to really enjoythe zime he can spend with his lover.

Disclaimer: All characters and all rights belong to Tolkien, I do not intend 
to gain anything with them.

Note: I´m totally open for your criticism, so don´t hold back. But I´m no 
native speaker and this is just my second shot.


They were sitting together under the Lorien sky.

Aragorn´s head rested against his lovers shoulder.  He felt easy, free. 
Didn´t want to look up. Legolas hummed softly, hiding his beautiful voice 
only a little bit.  A strong arm lay around Aragorn´s waist, all calm and 
warm. 

There was a faint scent comming from the elf´s skin, his face looked pale 
in the moonlight.
 
The desire to touch his cheek, so soft and smooth was almost too stong to 
resist, but the man was not willing to change anything in this situation. He 
felt the one his heart beat for was near and that should be enough for the 
moment.  Aragorn watched his hand lying in Legolas´lap. His fingers 
seemed ugly to him, his skin was rough, using the sword too often had left 
it´s marks. The other ones hand, now tenderly stroking his hair was so 
much softer, as if the millions of arrows the archer had sent on their way 
had been of silk instead of wood.

They were resting. Finally resting after all those battles, after the darkness 
of Moria, after having lost a friend. He sighed. Where else was the air as 
cool and fresh as in Lorien? Nowhere in Middleearth, for there was always 
a hint at the dust from Morder blowing in the wind. But not here. This was 
were Aragorn could be human, could let himself go live each second as if 
there was not a next one to come. 

Only his nasty little brain kept him away from doing so, he was so deeply 
concerned with everything that happened around him. The ring, Gandalf´s 
death, Boromir´s strong attraction to the dark side and .... Arwen, the 
woman he had once loved. She trusted him, was willing to sacrifice her 
immortality for a life with him and he did what she feared the most, went 
away with Legolas and could not draw away from the elf´s embrace. 

Certainly, Arwen knew he was not completly hers, but he had no choice. 
Gandalf had once forseen that only the children comming from a marriage 
between the son of Arathorn and the daughter of Elrond would be able to 
give final peace to the people of Middleearth. 

Destiny weighed heavy upon him, a destiny he could not fight against.
And suddenly it became very cold, Aragorn trembled, he trembled so 
fiercly that not even Legolas, his light and flame could warm him up. The 
elf now turned to him, he seemed worried but did not speak a word. 
Instead, Aragorn saw a coat being put on the soft grass and felt himself 
being lain upon it. There was hardly any more contact between his mind 
and body, for his soul was already diving in Legolas eyes, an ocean of 
love and compassion, true compassion as he had never seen it on any 
man´s face. "Don´t be afraid, my love. I´m here to fight by your side." 
Aragorn touched one soft cheek with his fingertips. "Never let me go." He 
whispered, a small tear glittering in the corner of his left eye. It rolled 
down and touched his upper lip, the same moment Legolas´ mouth did the 
same, soft and light like a butterfly.


The coldness had gone. It had disappeared and taken all the doubts along.
It was this moment, where nothing mattered. The whole world could have 
fallen into darkness and Aragorn would have smiled.