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Whispering a Heart's Sorrow	By : bluesunsetdreams Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Whispering A Heart's Sorrow Chapter Three

Third person point of view

Night fell quickly over Helm's Deep which was a beehive of movement. Aragorn's words of the approaching Uruk Hai had set everyone into a frenzy. Women and children were moved, men and young boys armed to defend what was supposed to be a safe haven. Aragorn watched from the wall, worry written deep on his face. He was alone for the moment, reviewing the situation in his mind. His heart was heavy with worry, he feared that it would all come to a end tonight. They were outnumbered, left to defend the walls using mere babes. And what could he do, but stand beside the king?

"Your face betrays you, Aragorn." murmured Legolas softly, coming to stand beside him.

He started, not hearing the elf until he had spoke. Still looking out from the wall, he spoke, "Does it?"

"You offer these people hope. And yet, they do not realize it. They feel as though they are going to die on this night, yet you offer them comfort. But I know you. I know the despair you show. It is a lost cause and you know it." Legolas said, his blue eyes staring intently at Aragorn.

Aragorn's eyes fell on a child no more than eight struggling to hold up a sword and felt a piece of his heart break away, "It appears to be a lost cause but looks can be decieving. Look at these people, Legolas, frightened, torn away from their homes. Brought here to be safe, when they are not. People will die tonight and nothing will stop it. We are outnumbered, defeat will come swiftly. But I can not accept that."

Legolas reached out and rested a hand on Aragorn's shoulder, "Somethings should be accepted, Elessar."

Aragorn jerked away, his body stiffening. Legolas froze, unsure of what to do. He ached to reach out, to take his love in his arms, to comfort him. Things would happen tonight, things they would be unable to prevent. And a stray arrow or a lucky Uruk Hai could take Aragorn away from him, leaving so much more unsaid between them. Each knew how the other felt, knew the forbidden love they shared, but where words simply enough? After Aragorn's return, Legolas hadn't the chance to express his relief properly, and wanted to do so before the battle begun. And as his heart grew heavy watching Aragorn walk away, he wondered if he would.

Aragorn paused by the steps that would lead him down the wall and looked at Legolas, something hidden in his eyes, something Legolas could not explain, "There are things I will never accept." He turned and walked down, weaving his way deep inside the keep, away from the people and away from Legolas.

What did he mean? Did he mean the certain defeat tonight or had he changed his mind about his feelings for Legolas? Was he try to be polite and end what they had there, without causing a scene? Legolas's mind raced as he followed Aragorn quickly, not making a sound as he moved. His face, as always, was blanked as a emotion even as his heart teetered on a edge, just waiting for the nudge that would shatter it. He was so sure that Aragorn loved him, just by the way he looked at him when he had returned. The Valar graced him with a gift, returning the man he loved to him, now was some evil fate going to take him away. Even as he went further into the keep, away from the sounds of preparing people, he knew his promises of standing back, leaving Aragorn to Arwen, would not hold. He would waste away knowing that Arwen gave Aragorn love and comfort, that her hands were the ones that offered him pleasure. That she would give him what he wanted, what he needed and he could not.

Aragorn continued on his way, twisting and turning deeper, away from the people he knew he would die to protect. And his mind was heavy with grief. He knew what he must do. It had dominated his thinking since he saw Legolas when he returned, saw the outpour of relief and complete love in the Elf's blue eyes. He could not live without him. Nor could he live without Arwen. And yet he must make a choice, he must choose between them. Choose between the elven maiden who promised so much to him or the elven warrior who, in a short amount of time, gave him sweet relief from his own burden. Either way he went, a small piece of his heart would die. Should he choose Arwen or Legolas. Closing his eyes, he rested against a wall, lost in his thoughts. However a few moments later, he sensed someone approaching and knew that it was Legolas. Glancing around, he noted that they were alone and he waited.

Legolas watched by a nitch in the wall and was startled when a hand reached out and grabbed him, pulling him up up against a solid line of flesh. His hands were braced against shoulders when very familiar lips were pressed against his, sending a light tingle down his back. A soft moan escaped his lips as Aragorn's hands ran over his body, moving frantically to remove them. Legolas felt the urgent need to rid Aragorn's body of his clothes and the two moved in tandem. Their clothes lay on the ground beside them and their hands roamed freely over the other's body. Twin moans of pleasure sounded, echoing softly against the walls. And for a moment, the two forgot the cause they were fighting for, the loss of hope each felt, and just got lost in the touch of bare skin brushing against bare skin.

A hour later found Aragorn holding Legolas against the curve of his body, both gleaned with sweat and wore content expressions on their face. Even in a time of dire need, they found that they could love each other as they weren't meant to be. Aragorn's hand idly caressed Legolas' shoulder, tracing a pattern in the sweat. Legolas smiled and shifted so that he was even more firmly pressed against Aragorn's muscled body. His body tingled from the pleasure Aragorn had showed him, which was even better than the first time. The blonde elf twisted his head so that he could gaze up at the Ranger.

"I feel as though I should say something, but I am robbed of words." he said, his voice heavy.

Aragorn graced him with a slow smile, "I know of what you speak, but there are no words for what we share, my elven prince."

Legolas frowned, "But there is. I love you with all my heart and more. When I thought you dead, I thought of nothing but joining you. Without you, my existance has no meaning. And I cannot help but to think that you do not feel the same."

Aragorn paused and the silence fell heavy between them. Legolas pleaded with his eyes for Aragorn to agree, to pledge that he too has no existance without Legolas but none came. Upset, Legolas pulled away, moving a safe distance from his love and began to pull on his clothes. Aragorn watched him, conflict deep in his heart, and followed his motions, getting dressed. Once they were both clothed once more, they stood. Legolas stared at the ground, not trusting hisself to look at Aragorn. Finally he glanced up, pain written in his eyes and started to walk past Aragorn, speaking quietly.

"Though your mouth does not move, your silence speaks for you. You do love me, but it is not the same love I feel for you. Instead that love is for another. What place do I have in your heart? Or am I just a toy for you? Do you toy with my affection? Will the day come when you cannot bear to look at me and then you will cast me to the side?"

"No Legolas, it is not like that at all. And you know that. When I went over that cliff, it was your face I saw, not Arwen."

"Then what is it that holds you back from me? What prevents you from admitting to me how you truly feel? From telling me that you cannot live without me?" Legolas demanded, his eyes flashing.

Aragorn sighed and rubbed his eyes and looked at Legolas, defeat written clearly in his eyes, "You know as well as I do what holds me back. I cannot forget Arwen. I cannot betray her trust in me."

"But you can betray my trust in you?" Legolas retorted angerily.

Aragorn stepped forward to place a hand on Legolas' shoulder only to have the elf jerk away, "Legolas you should not speak so. You knew before we confessed our feelings for each other that I would no turn from Arwen. You spoke of it yourself, and told me that you would not ask me to choose."

"Things are different now. I did not realize it myself how strong my feelings for you were until I thought you dead. Until I thought of trying to live without you." Legolas replied, hating to have his words thrown back in his face.

"Does this mean you are asking me to choose?" Aragorn asked.

Legolas paused and then nodded, "Yes, that is what I am asking."

Aragorn frowned and shook his head in response, "Then that is something I cannot do."

"It is something you must. I will not stand aside to be visited in the dark while she has you during the day, Aragorn. It tears me apart to ask you to choose, but it is something I must. I will follow you into battle, even into death, but I will not follow you in this. I will not be your secret. But I am not coldhearted to make you choose now, even hours before we go into battle. Come to me when you have decided...you will know where I am, always." Legolas said before moving past Aragorn, leaving him standing by himself. Aragorn watched Legolas disappear and slumped against the wall, tears falling from his eyes. How could he choose between the two people he loved? It seemed to a impossible decision to make, yet one he must.

TBC in the next installment.

Author's Notes: Well there you go, the final chapter in Whispering A Heart's Sorrow. Did ya like the cliffhanger? I know I did and its funny cause I don't even know what I'm going to do next. Enjoy and leave a review. I'll start writing the final story of the trilogy ASAP. More than likely it will be up before the end of next week. G'day.
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