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Warrior Elf Series (COMPLETED)	By : NessaT Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 3560 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Part 5 - The Emptiness of Space

Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Pain (in several forms I guess), Sex, Depressing bit in the end

Summary: Boromir is dead and the Elf is withdrawing more and more into himself. Will Aragorn be able to dispel the bleakness of Legolas� heart? Or will he find out that there is nothing there but that Emptiness of Space? Find out here.

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The Fellowship had broken asunder. Nine there were when they first left Rivendell, one of whom they lost in the Mines of Moria. But they had lost so much more in the scant few hours that had gone by. The Hobbits had disappeared; two they were now trying to find, two more have gone on their own to the land of the Shadows � and Boromir� Aragorn�s heart clenched at the thought of his companion � his body they had lain in a boat and sent over the Falls of Rauros, the Great River taking care that the memory of Boromir be preserved.
As they tracked swiftly through the forest, Aragorn�s eyes kept glancing towards Legolas, whose face was taut with strain and the anguish he had carried of late. Repeatedly he saw Legolas fondling an object that he carried with him close to his breast wherever he went � an object that, Aragorn knew, was more precious than his own life. And his mind started to recall, unbidden, the events that had occurred on the night of Boromir�s departure�
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�We must move on, lad. It is best we do not linger,� Gimli�s voice came through the curtain of grief that Legolas hid behind, his cherished burden lying in his arms. Legolas shook his head wearily, tears coursing silently down his face. Aragorn gathered the broken pieces of Boromir�s sword, bent with his own troubled mind. Thoughts flashed through his brain as he wondered at the path for which they had to take. He stood silently next to the Elf as he contemplated the course of his next actions.
Finally he spoke. �Boromir said that they took the little ones. We must hasten and rescue them. We cannot leave them to torment and torture,� he said slowly, his eyes moving towards the direction where the Orcs had fled in terror when faced with their fierce assault. Legolas raised his head, his eyes now devoid of any emotion. Gimli clasped the Elf�s unwounded shoulder encouragingly.
�Then what of Boromir? We cannot leave him lying like carrion amongst these foul Orcs,� he murmured, his hand never ceasing to stroke Boromir�s hair and face, every now and n hen he leaning forward to kiss the cold lips of his Beloved. �We will put him ur bur boat with his weapons and send him over the Rauros,� suggested Gimli, �But we must do it soon.� A look of pain passed swiftly over the Elf�s face but he agreed.
After tending to the Elf�s injury, Gimli and Aragorn carried Boromir towards the river bank. It was no easy task, for the Man was large and heavy. Legolas� wound had by then stopped bleeding, for Elves heal quickly. But he still did not have the strength to help with the task of bearing his Beloved. They placed their comrade in one of the remaining boats and Legolas knelt beside it, his eyes roving hungrily upon his love�s face. Gimli looked around and saw that there was only one boeft�eft� and Sam�s baggage was gone, along with Frodo�s.
�Think you that Sam went with his Master?� asked Gimli, his eyes troubled. Aragorn paused for a moment before nodding his head in affirmative. �I think he did. You said that he went in a different diion?ion? Then it means that he was not with Merry and Pippin.� There was a short silence and then he turned his attention towards the Elf.
�Come, Legolas. It is time. We must let him go,� he said gently. Legolas was silent as stone, eyes fixed intently upon the unmoving figure that was laid in the boat. And then without a word, he took out his knife and proceeded to cut off a lock of Boromir�s hair. Folding it carefully, he then placed it in the pocket of his tunic, next to his heart and he stood up, a determined light in his eyes. He was ready. And together they pushed the boat into the river, watching in silence as the Elven boat rode the falls and foaming pools, bearing the body down towards the direction of Osgiliath, never to be seen again�
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That had been several long hours before and they still pressed on, searching for signs that Merry and Pippin might yet be alive. For many hours they travelled, night breaking into dawn, the footprints of the Orcs still freshly imprinted onto the ground. It was not until Gimli called for Aragorn to halt that the Ranger realized something was amiss. He stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Gimli. His heart nearly stopped when he saw that Legolas had fallen, his head pressed against the ground and his body was shaking uncontrollably, hands clenched in a fist.
�Legolas!� he cried out, alarmed and rushed to the Elf�s side. He gathered the body in his arms and became frightened at how pale the Elf looked. Quickly he inspected the wound at Legolas� shoulder for fear that it had become infected. Legolas was cold to the touch and his eyes had taken on a frighteningly glazed expression, something that was extremely rare amongst Elves for they always have a very intense look in them.
As the Ranger unwrapped the Elf�s bindings, he gave a sharp intake of breath, his heart pounding in his chest. The flesh had healed remarkably, but the area around the shoulder had taken on a horrible shade of black. �Poisoned!� Gimli gasped out in horror as he bent down to grab hold of the Elf�s legs which were trashing about uncontrollably. The poison seemed to be spreading quickly in Legolas� body, and before long, despite Aragorn and Gimli�s desperate attempt to soothe their comrade, his body was shaking violently, his laboured breathing was rapid and shallow.
�Aragorn, look to Legolas! I will see if I could find some herbs to ease his pain,� Gimli said, his fear for his friend�s life mounting with terrible speed. Without looking back, he dashed into the forest, looking for the ingredients to make an antidote that might combat the poison that surged mercilessly through Legolas� body. He knew not what concoction the Orcs used but he was willing to labour on the whole day just to find a cure � except that he did not have much time. Aragorn barely noticed Gimli running off as quickly as his stout legs could carry him.
Legolas was in terrible pain. His body was racked with violent tremors of the chill that seemed to pierce through the very core of his being. Ice seemed to flow through his veins instead of warm blood. He was felt so wretched and cold that in the deep recess of his mind, he slowly succumbed to the temptation of leaving the mortal world.
Aragorn, unaware of the incoherent thoughts that were going through Legolas� pain filled mind, had in the mean time built a fire in a desperate attempt to provide sufficient heat to warm the Elf. When that was done, he grabbed the blankets that they carried with them, wrapping it securely around Legolas� trembling body but the shaking did not cease. He then cradled the body to his chest, hands trying their hardest to bring some warmth into his comrade�s flesh but it was no used. It was as if the Elf was giving up his attempts to fight the poison as it threatened to claim his life.
�Nay, Legolas, you mustn�t give up,� the Ranger whispered achingly, his lips pressed to the tip of the perfect Elven ear. He rocked to and fro gently, seeking to bring comfort to this beautiful creature in his arms that was struggling to draw breath. Aragorn wept at the agony that the Elf was put through � already his laboured breathing seemed to grow softer and chest barely moving with each intake.
�You cannot leave us now, Legolas. Not when there are those who still love you. We neeu. Du. Do not forsake us� Do not forsake me,� he said softly, tears trickling down his cheeks and a lone tear dripped onto Legolas� face. The Elf shuddered once more at the warmth of the droplet upon his cold skin, his lips parting as if to form words. Aragorn bent his head closer to catch the strangled sound that escaped from the Elf� and then he heard it. �Beloved,� Legolas choked out, struggling to remain focused.
What choice does the Ranger have but to use the only tool that he had to bring his love back? �Yes, Legolas. Your Beloved is here. He is waiting for you. He is alive. You cannot leave him now. Do you not love your Beloved?� Aragorn said, his voice harsh as he wept. The Elf made several indistinct sounds, as if he were struggling to speak and Aragorn knew that the battle to get the Elf to the world of the living was half won. The Elf fought back, desperate to return to the realm of consciousness once more � to be with the one Man he loved.
For several long minutes, Aragspokspoke to the Elf; speaking words of encouragement and words of love. And throughout those long minutes, the Elf responded to the Ranger�s voice, his chest heaving with each painful breath that was drawn into his lungs. Every minute seemed to be an eternity as Legolas writhed under the agony inflicted by the poison.
And then, mercifully, Gimli�s heavy footsteps could be heard running towards them. In his palm, he clutched an assortment of plants and herbs. Quickly, the two friends started to work. Taking fresh water from their water skin, they poured it into a metal bowl that they had chanced carried with them. Gimli set the bowl on the fire and toss in a measured amount of the herbs and waited for the water to boil. Aragorn looked on anxiously, his arms wrapping themselves possessively around Legolas, bending every now and then to brush his lips against the Elf�s forehead. A few unbearable minutes later, the antidote was cooled and ready.
Picking up the bowl carefully, Gimli handed it to Aragorn. �He must drink this. It will be foul to the taste but he would benefit from it,� he said. Aragorn carefully laid Legolas on the ground, taking the bowl from Gimli. The smell that emitted from the concoction was terrible and he dipped his finger into the warm liquid and tasted it. Immediately he spat it out again.
�This is poison!� he exclaimed in dismay and made as if to toss away its contents, but Gimli stopped him. �Nay! He must drink it. I know a little of the ways of the Orcs for my people had long since had trouble with them. They are cunning, and their weapons are laced with poison that no antidote can cure. It is only with another poison that the venom will be purged from his body and, hopefully, the pain will lessen.�
There was a long silence, broken only by Legolas laboured breathings. �It must be done. Poison will thwart poison, Aragorn. Trust me.� Gimli entreated, his voice shaking with emotion. Aragorn closed his eyes; his heartbeat seeming to drum in his ears. �So be it,� he said, his voice emotionless but when he opened his eyes again, Gimli could see the fear and doubt.
Cautiously, Gimli propped Legolas against his chest, causing the Elf to sit upright. His body seemed to be deadweight against the dwarf�s and Aragorn held the bowl to the Elf�s lips. But the Elf was too weary to swallow and the medicine dribbled down his chin whenever the Ranger tried to pour it into his mouth. Gimli started to despair before Aragorn tried another way of feeding the medicine to the Elf.
Taking Legolas into his arms, he lifted the bowl to his lips and drew some of its content into his mouth. And then, he pressed his lips to the Elf�s cold ones, and slowly released the potion into the Elf�s unresisting mouth, careful not to feed the Elf too much at a time for fear of him choking. �Do not swallow it, Aragorn,� the Dwarf cautioned as the Ranger repeated the process, putting his life in danger to safe another. Such was the extent of love Aragorn had for Legolas.
Finally the last drop of the antidote was given to the Elf and Aragorn rinsed out his mouth with some fresh water. His eyes were fixed intently on the Elf, his expression wary. �How do we know that it will work?� he asked, his misgivings clearly seen in the blue depth of his eyes. Gimli shook his head. �We know no such thing. The Orcs� venom will kill him anyway if we do nothing. The only thing left to do now is to wait.�
A deep sense of fear seemed to uncoil itself at the base of Aragorn�s spine. �Wait? What for what?� The answer to his question came swiftly as a hiss escaped from the Elf�s lips and his back arched frighteningly like a bow. �Hold him, Aragorn! It is the medicine that is affecting him thus!� Gimli said, perspiration beading at his brow as he strived to pin the bucking body to the ground. Aragorn placed his weight onto the body that was trashing about even more violently then before. It took both the strength of Man and Dwarf to hold Legolas in place as tremors racked through his body. The Elf�s eyes were rolled so far back into the back of his head that only the whites could be seen and his chest heaved in a most alarming manner.
�Come on lad. Do not give up now,� murmured Gimli as Aragorn spoke words that were meant to sooth the Elf. It seemed to go on forever until finally, with a piercing cry that was wrenched from his throat, froth began to spew out from Legolas� mouth � its colour was as black as night.
�Up she comes. There you go lad. Easy� Easy,� whispered Gimli as he turned Legolas onto his side as the poison proceeded to spill out from the Elf�s mouth. And then the trembling of his body suddenly ceased � the Elf had become motionless, as still as Death. �Legolas, come, my lad. Breathe. That�s it now. It�s alright,� Gimli said, his voice shaking with fear as he fought to get the Elf to sit up, rubbing his back at the same time. But tlf dlf did not move, and his body limp and pliant under the frantic administrations of his friends.
Gimli and Aragorn continued to speak to the Elf, gently slapping his face, stroking his back as if trying to rub life into his body. Just when they thought all was lost, the Elf�s back curved backwards suddenly as Legolas finally gave a loud, shuddering gasp as air filled his lungs once more. It was as if he were a swimmer bursting to the surface from the depth of a deep pool that he had lingered too long in. The last shivers raced down his spine before Legolas slumped into Aragorn�s arms, his chest moving up and down gently with every breath he took. He was fast asleep.
Relief rushed to their hearts and the two friends allowed themselves to give one another a shaky grin. Gimli sighed, fatigue showing in every line of his face but his eyes were bright and happy now that Legolas had braved the worst of his ordeal. He gave an unceremonious snort. �I should have known that the Elf would be too stubborn and too proud to die before me anyway,� he joked as he burst out in a rare chuckle. Aragorn just looked at the Gimli, his hand reaching out to clasp the Dwarf�s shoulder. �Thank you,� he said simply, his eyes telling the Dwarf all of what his tongue could not. And suddenly they seemed to just realize that the day is filled with colours and sweet sounds of the birds once more. It was a long time before any of them spoke again.

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Legolas continued to rest throughout the whole morning and well into the afternoon, drifting in and out of consciousness. The insides of his body felt as it they had been scrubbed out with gravels. Every now and again he would give a slight shudder as the reaction of the chemicals in his body seemed to engulf his senses in pain, but they were sporadic now, and more bearable. But alwaylwaylways, he would be aware of a figure next to him, gently wiping off sweat from his brow and tenderly dabbing at the corners of his mouth with a cloth when the poison chanced to escape from his lips. Sometimes when the pain seemed to be too much to bear, causing the Elf to moan, he could feel soft, warm lips pressing against his brow and a strong hand held his, stroking it lightly as Legolas lay down, inert, as if in sleep.
Aragorn sat beside his love, his heart swelling with emotions. The Elf was so beautiful and so perfect, even when he was at the brink of Death. But that was a thought he refused to entertain. If Legolas were to die then, he would have gone mad in his grief. He loved the Elf. He admitted it freely to himself now as he trembled at the thought of how close he was to losing his love. Carefully he lay down on his side, next to Legolas. He drew the warm body close to his heart and promptly fell asleep, his arm wrapped around the Elf as if he could not bear to let him go�

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Aragorn�s eyes snapped open. He wondered what was it that had actually awoken him until he realized the cause � Legolas was no longer next to him. He sat up drowsily and peered into the darkness of the forest. It was nightfall and the wind was blowing gently through the trees. Gimli was leaning against a tree, fast asleep, snoring gently as he did � but Legolas was no where to be found. He stood up, listening for the sounds of the Elf�s footsteps or some sign of where Legolas had gone off to. Slowly he wandered towards a stream not far away from whence they slept. He knew not what drew him there but when a sight greeted him, he suddenly understood�
Legolas stood knee deep in the midst of the running waters, a cloth in his hand as he washed himself. He was naked; and the pale skin seemed to glow with a soft light. His back glistened with droplets of water, muscles rippling as he passed the cloth slowly but thoroughly over the contours of his body. Aragorn felt his mouth go dry and took an unconscious ste fro from the safety of the shadows towards the water edge. Legolas straightened his back, but he did not turn around. Aragorn knew from the way the Elf held his back, stiff as a rod, that his presence had not gone unnoticed. There was a long but not uncomfortable silence.
�I have not thanked you for saving my life,� came the voice, clear as crystal but devoid of any emotion. Aragorn took a hesitant step towards the water as if he feared that any sudden movements might startle the still figure before him. �There is no need to thank a friend, Legolas,� he said, carefully matching the expressionless tone of the Elf as he moved closer. He stood at the very edge of the stream, unwilling to shorten the distance between him and the Elf, but equally unwilling to turn back. Legolas� head turned slightly towards the direction of the Man, and from an angle, Aragorn saw a small but terribly sad smile upon his face.
�Legolas?� came the pained whisper. �Who is he? He longer exists. He died when could not keep the promise he made.� Aragorn was silent as they both remembered the dispute they had at Lothlorien. �I will be his salvation or �Legolas� no longer shall my name be� came that angry echo in his mind and his heart constricted at the suffering he heard in the Elf�s voice.
�Boromir�s death is not of your own doing, Legolas,� Aragorn murmured as he finally mustered enough courage to wade through the shallow bodywatewater and placed a hesitant hand upon the Elf�s shoulders. Legolas barely flinched at the touch but his entire body began trembling with emotions that he no longer had the strength to constrain.
�No? But where was I, Aragorn, when madness took him? Where was I when he fell into the darkness that I had sworn to protect him from?� he said, achingly and when he turned to face the Ranger, all the feelings that he had kept in check was laid out for Aragorn to see. �Where was I,� he asked again, his voice even softer and quivering as if he was on the brink of tears, �Where was I, when he fell to his knees, completely at the mercy of his enemy and my name lingering upon his lips?� He spun around, his shoulders hunched and head bowed under the weight of his guilt and sorrow.

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�You were in his heart, right till the very last breath he took,� the Ranger said quietly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Legolas as those shoulders began to shake with grief. �I failed him,� Legolas said, hisce nce now hollow, as if all that he had lived for had been taken right of hof his hands. It was as if there was nothing left in his heart � nothing but the emptiness of a space that he could never fill.
Aragorn stepped towards Legolas and gently but firmly turned him around. He stared deep into those pain-filled eyes, and the love that radiated from the Ranger was too much for the Elf to bear. Legolas looked away, his lips compressed in a thin line. �Do not love me Aragorn,� he murmured as Aragorn took the cloth from the Elf�s limp hands and wrapped it round the curve of his buttocks.
�But it cannot be helped, for my heart only feels what it does� I cannot stop myself from loving you,� the Ranger whispered, his voice strangely hoarse, as he held the edges of the fabric and slowly brought the Elf against his body. Legolas closed his eyes as if he were weary. �Then you must tell your heart what it already knows, for I will never be able to return your love � not while I still feel that I am bound to another.�gorngorn leaned forward to kiss the Elf�s ear, running his tongue along its sensitive edges and Legolas trembled with the sensation that it provoked in him.
�Then my heart must be mad for it will not listen,� said Aragorn, his eyes now locked upon the Elf�s. Their eyes held for a long time and then, with a soft sigh, Aragorn pressed his lips against Legolas� in a tender kiss. Gently, he brushed his lips against the Elf�s, their breath mixing as he coaxed his lips apaAragAragorn slanted his head and took Legolas� mouth whole, not giving himself a chance to think, only to act in reaction to what the Ranger knew his heart desires. The Elf tasted of his own unique essence � as sweet as honey, thought the Man and in an instant, his body hardened against the Elf.
Legolas stiffened aeemeeemed to shiver away from the Ranger�s assault but the cloth that was around his hips served to imprison him in Aragorn�s arms. Each tug of the Ranger�s mouth was pure pleasure and as Aragorn bent his head to lay kisses upon Legolas� neck, the Elf arched his back, his hand clutching the Ranger to him.
A tongue lashed against his nipples which had tightened in the cold and Legolas let out an involuntary moan, his head tossed back in helpless surrender. Aragorn stopped suddenly, and when he gazed into the eyes of the Elf, his breath caught in his throat for they were dark with awakened passion. What happened next was inevitable.
Within minutes, the two figures were on dry land, near the stream, where Legolas had discarded his garments. Aragorn struggled with his clothing, his eye fixed upon the Elf�s hard arousal. When the last item had been removed from his body, he stood before Legolas, his breathing ragged and the evidence of his desire stood like an exclamation point from his body. Legolas looked away, biting his lips at the conflicting emotions that dwelled in his heart. But Aragorn would not allow the Elf to attend to his thoughts.
Swiftly, he closed the distance between them and enveloped the Elf in a crushing embrace, lips locked upon one another, tongues tangling as Aragorn pushed Legolas down onto the soft ground beneath them. The first sizzling contact of their erect members brought about a hiss from Legolas and a groaom tom the Man. Aragorn proceeded to torture them both by rolling his hips, their members brushing against one another in a wicked rhythm, the friction causing so much pleasure that their breath quickened with anticipation.
Legolas grabbed onto those broad shoulders, his nails biting into the Ranger�s strong back and Aragorn began to give comfort to his love the only way he knew how. It first began at the Elf�s lips. The Ranger�s tongue darting out to lap at those beautifully sculpted flesh, causing them to part; the breath that came out from them were harsh. Aragorn kissed and licked his way down towards the one place where Legolas needed him the most. And when he reached his destination, he looked straight into the Elf�s eyes. Legolas was tense with expectation, his hips flexing and his eyes were glazed with desire.
With a soft sigh, Aragorn placed the tip of Legolas� shaft into his mouth and began his sensuous assault. Legolas� hip bucked repeatedly in his desperate attempt to bring his member deeper into the hot and wet mouth of the Ranger but Aragorn would not allow it. Grabbing hold of those slim hips, he pinned it to the ground, effectively quelling the restless movements, as his tongue and lips continued to taste and nibble on the pulsating organ.
Legolas was delirious with need, his eyes shut and his head trashing from side to side as he gritted his teeth to keep himself from crying out his need. Hands replaced lips and Aragorn stroked him to the brink of his endurance. �Estel�God� Please�� he gritted out, not knowing what was it that he was really asking for. His hands groped for some kind of anchor to prevent himself from being swept away as waves after waves of delicious sensation seemed to wash over his trembling body. Those hands then managed to latch itself onto his clothing, clenching and unclenching it around the fabric
Aragorn was gentle as he eased himself into the tight opening of the Elf. �I only seek to give him the comfort that he needs,� he kept telling himself, but when the Elf moaned aloud at the penetration and started to move his hips frantically, all such thoughts were erased from his mind as he bestowed all his heart, body and soul onto this one fair Elf that was responding so sweetly to his caresses.
Their hips moved in a rhythm that was as old as time. Aragorn�s hands played with the Elf�s member, first stroking the hard shaft and then tickling the tight sac under the erection. Finally, with a cry of ecstasy, Legolas found his release as he reared up, wrapping the Ranger in his tight embrace. The feel of the Elf body rippling around his shaft pushed the Ranger over the edge and with a harsh groan; he lost himself in the peak of his fulfilment. His hands gently stroked the length of the Elf�s body, as if seeking to dispel the remaining emptiness that remains in Legolas� soul.
Legolas fell back onto his clothing, his chest heaving with the aftermath of the love making. Aragorn pressed soft kisses onto the Elf�s sweaty shoulder and murmured tender words against them. And suddenly, he felt the Elf tense and shudder. He snapped his eyes towards the Elf�s and he saw the look of horror in them. Those bright blue eyes were focusing on something the Elf held in his hand. And when the Ranger turned to look at the offending item, blood drained from his face. For in those hands, there was a reminder of why the Elf could not submit himself to the Ranger. It was a reminder of the Elf�s devotion to the one person he could no longer have. It was the lock of Boromir�s hair.
�Legolas?� Aragorn asked, his voice hesitant as he propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the Elf. His heart seemed to break in two when Legolas started to shake. He disentangled himself from the body and immediately, Legolas curled himself into a tight ball, clutching the article to his heart, his eyes closed tightly to stem the flow of tears. Aragorn moved away, his face shadowed.
�Boromir, I�m sorry. I�m sorry Beloved. Please forgive me.�
And with that, the Ranger grabbed his clothes and fled into the night, running away from the one love that he could not have: Running away from the pain of hearing those words that will haunt his dreams forever.
�Boromir, I�m sorry. Please forgive me.�
To be continued in �Eowyn"...
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