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of Middle Earth save for one large forest in the North-Western area, Mirkwood.
As he tried to unravel its mysteries he comes across a strange discovery, about
hlf alf and the world around him. What happens when he meets the Commander of
the Elleselsian army? Read and find out. A/L and many other pairings.
Any thoughts
will be in italics for this chapter. Just so you know. This chapter
takes place a month after the last chapter, and it will begin back in Gondor.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Do you weep
for him?” Aragorn asked. Legolas nodded against his chest and sniffed. “Do not
shed tears over someone long gone. I would that you not ruin your lovely face
with sorrow.” Aragorn bent his head and hesitantly kissed the pale lips below
him. Pulling back, he saw Legolas smile shyly up at him. “You are lovely,” he
whispered, kissing away the diamond tears that glistened on the Elf’s porcelain
cheeks. “Come, let us rest until the sun rises.” Legolas curled up to his side,
burying his face on Aragorn’s shoulder, one arm thrown over the man’s stomach.
Aragorn wrapped his arms around the Elleselsian and turned his head to the
side, resting his chin on top of Legolas’ golden hair. “Sleep well,” he
murmured and kissed the sun bleached locks, closing his eyes and allowing sleep
to take him.
“Cieda ouna,
nan ikdoir. Good night, my beloved.” Legolas smiled as he drifted off into a
light nap, curling himself tighter into Aragorn’s side as if to save them both
from an unseen terror lurking in the shadows.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Eowyn ran
through the halls of Minis Tirith, her long white dress shifting around her
feet. Slamming a large stone door open, she gasped for breath as she spoke.
“Faramir…” Faramir placed his book on his bedside table and stood, adjusting
his brown tunic.
“My lady,
what troubles you so?” He stepped up to her side and placed a comforting hand
on her shoulder.
“The Lord
Haldir… his corpse was found naught but a day ago, floating down the River
Isen.” Faramir’s eyes grew wide and his breath stilled.
“And the
others he traveled with? What of the King?” Eowyn shook her head.
“No sign
of them. I fear the worst.” She moved passed the man and sat on the foot of his
bed. “What shall we do?” Faramir stood frozen, as if he had turned to stone.
“Send for Sauron. Tell him the Elleselsian have taken the King and I request… nay demand…
he send the Nazgûl and their Beats at once. We
cannot delay this much longer. If those damned followof tof the Valar have
harmed Aragorn in any way, their blood shall cover the lands of Middle Earth
for all eternity.” Eowyn nodded and stood slowly. “And be quick about it woman!
I want the Nine ready on command!” Running out of the room, Eowyn scurried
through the open door and to her own chambers to send her message.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas
laughed and ran faster, flinging the large golden door of the dinning hall and
sprawled into his chair, closely followed by Aragorn. “You win,” he breathed,
sliding into his chair, chuckling and trying to regain his breath. Someone
cleared their throat and the pair looked to see Etine sitting at the head of
the table, her hands resting gracefully on her lap, her simple silver gown
tucked neatly beneath her.
“May
we begin?” she asked, looking pointedly at Aragorn.
“Oh…
of course, my Queen. I fear that Legolas and I have been caught up in our own
affairs and have disregarded courtly order. I apologize on both our behalves.”
Aragorn smiled and laced his fingers with Legolas’.
“Yes.
Now that all are in attendance, I see no reason to prolong our supper. Na’dine
moe sherch? *Shall we dine?*” she said, her eyes glowing. Immediately, great
trays of brilliantly coloured food were brought to their table, each steaming.
As they picked out what they wished to eat, Etine glanced over at her
Commander. “Legolasion, ovet chie mide no karad miy? *Legolas, have you begun
your lessons yet?*” Legolas nodded and swallowed the small red vegetable he had
been chewing.
“Y-yes…
I am doe-doi-doing well.” Aragorn smiled and patted the Elf’s hand.
“Ah,
you see how you catch on? One day I see you being King!” Etine clapped her
hands and a smile brightened her fair face. Legolas blushed and chewed on a
large slice of green pepper.
“He
learns well, my Queen. I took me little time to teach him to read and write.
All we must work on now is the pronunciation. Is that not correct, Legolas?”
Aragorn said, trying to be firm, but failing.
“I
only have tra-trouble wit… with unfarmiliar… unfamiliar sound…s.” Etine smiled
at Legolas’ stuttering and raised her cup to her lips.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“And
so he pronounced Eletesse King of the Elleselsian forests and all its domains.”
Legolas smiled proudly when he finished reading aloud. Aragorn clapped and
kissed his cheek.
“I am proud of you.
Not a single stutter. Very good. To think that only two days ago you were
stumbling over the simplest of words and naught but a month ago you could not
speak a word I could understand.” Legolas licked his lips and closed the
history book.
“Do not forget Aragorn,
you must speak in the tongue of my people should you wish to remain,” Legolas
teased, sliding onto Aragorn’s lap. “Or would you take your leave?” Aragorn
smiled and kissed the pale lips before him.
“I would never leave
should you still wish me here.” Legolas smiled and rested his head on the man’s
shoulder.
“Fav chie varv? *Would
you mind?*” a young girl called from a table not three seats away from the
pair.
“Saloan no eedan,
kietan quoirx! *Watch your tongue, foolish girl!*” Legolas barked. The girl
gasped and flitted through her book again, obviously embarrassed. “We should
not linger here,” Legolas laughed, the small sound almost feminine.
“Where do you suggest
we go to?” Aragorn asked, grinning.
“I do have-”
“Aragorn!” a shrill voice
echoed across the library. The two looked at the doorway to see Irhan standing,
one hand braced on the doorframe beside his head. “Ondonae Etine nidiken o’vat
sil chie! *Queen Etine must speak with you!*” Aragorn looked questioningly at
the Elf on his lap.
“Etine wishes your
presence. I suggest you leave immediately. I shall wait.” Aragorn nodded and
kissed Legolas softly, pulling him off his lap and headed for Irhan.
“Legolasion, chie
nidiken iyan bow. *Legolas, you must come too.*” Legolas stood slowly and
fwed wed the two out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
p clp class=MsoNormal style='mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none'>Irhan lead them down“I do not know what
you speak of,” Aragorn licked his all-to-dry lips and glanced at Legolas.
“I received word from
the southern boarders. They say a battalion heads this way. They say they are
coming to collect you… and my people’s heads.” Legolas clutched Aragorn’s hand
but his eyes froze over.
“I assure you, this
comes to me as a surprise. I did not know of this madness. I shall help you in
any way possible but I do hope to stop this war before it starts.” Etine nodded
and looked passed the pair to the men behind them. “Chie ginathar whan nal no
slitouonez akinl? *You dare sit in your Commander’s presence?*” she barked.
Immediately, the fifty men stood, their backs straight and swords pushed into
scabbards. “Legolasion, where are the others?” Legolas looked over his shoulder
and smiled.
“I believe they are
home, my Queen, with their wives.” Etine nodded and turned to Aragorn.
“He would not follow
me, but be at my side.” Etine snapped her head back to Legolas’ face, staring
questioningly at him. “No King should follow a Commander-General. He rides by
my side should the need arise.” Etine nodded reluctantly and turned on her
heel.
“Then come. There are
papers to be signed and drink to be had.” They walked out of the hall and the
men standing like statues, slumped back down, laughing and drinking.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Did you mean what you
said?” Aragorn asked, stroking Legolas’ hair.
“Every word. I would
not have you follow me to war and death. I would that you be by my side for
eternity.” Aragorn smiled sadly and pulled the Elf closer to him.
“I wish it too. But it
can never be, I fear. I am mortal… how would I spend an eternity with you, my
love, if I cannot live long enough?” Legolas snuggled even closer to the man.
“We shall find a way.
But not now. Just be glad Etine conceded to sign the treaties.” Aragorn nodded
and closed his eyes, falling asleep with Legolas tucked safely in his arms.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
BACK IN GONDOR
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“My Lord Faramir!”
Faramir raised his head from his pillow and looked to his door.
“Damn you woman! Can
this not wait an hour?” he barked. Eowyn shook her head, her blonde hair
wrapping around her shoulders.
“The Nazgûl have come!
You must hurry!” Faramir grumbled and stood, ignoring Eowyn’s gasp when she saw
he was completely nude. Muttering about early mornings and war, he dressed
quickly and strode behind Eowyn to the courtyard.
“Is it too early for
you my Lord?” one of the riders sneered as the two emerged from the doorway.
“Shall I send you back
to Sauron, Elrohir? And where is that blasted brother of yours?” Elrohir
smirked and shrugged.
“He has been missing
for the past month. Many believe he has run off with Laifennas of Rivendell,
although we are not certain.” Faramir rolled his eyes and nodded.
“It is something he
would do… Glorfindel! How do you fair?” A tall, sandy haired Elf stepped
forward and embraced Faramir.
“I am well. It is good
to see you again, old friend.” Faramir smiled and motioned behind the Elf.
ck'>“And who are your new
riders? I am afraid I have not seen them yet.”
“Yes, of course not.
They were recruited before the last moon. Armereth of Lorien,” a tall blonde
archer stepped from the crowd and bowed his head. “Uruviel of the Galadhrim,” a
thin woman with a short blue tunic and skirt stood from her seat on a short
wall and curtsied. “Rumil and Orophin of Lorien,” the twins bowed and smiled
sweetly. “Saelbeth of Rivendell,” a man nodded his head, brown eyes glinting.
“And Erestor of the Noldor,” a shorter, brown haired Elf stood and smiled. “I
have left the beasts on the Plains. I do hope that is acceptable Faramir.” The
man nodded and motioned for the Nine to follow him.
“Eowyn, see to it that
each has a room and hot bath. Glorfindel, I fear I must take more of your time
to speak with you over such trivial matters as war. Would you mind?” Glorfindel
smiled and shook his head.
“Not at all, my Lord.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
IN MIRKWOOD
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“It’s a swing up, and
then swing down in one final arch!” Aragorn said through gritted teeth and
closed his eyes as he heard Legolas translating. A murmur went up through the
hundreds of men gathered and swords could be heard clanking.
“You do not enjoy
this, do you?” Legolas asked, noticing the man’s distraught face.
“It is not that I do
not enjoy it. Buy muy must they be so… inept?” Legolas chuckled and turned back
to the men, shouting for them to retire for the day and then kissed Aragorn’s
cheek.
“You have a day off.
What shall you do with it?” Legolas asked impishly.
“Fey.”
“Yes, I am.” Aragorn
laughed at Legolas’ response and pulled him into his arms. “You should see to
the flight wing.” Aragorn looked down at the Elf as if he had three heads. “Ah,
Etine has not told you of them yet then. Come, I will show you.”
They walked through
the palace to a wide doorway made of tinted glass. “This way. And do not make
any sudden movements or loud noises.” Legolas opened the door and padded
through silently. “Hush! Quickly!” Aragorn scurried tgh tgh the doorway and
watched as Legolas closed and locked the door.
“Legolas, why is it so
dark? I cannot see!” Legolas chuckled and clutched the man’s hand.
“It is so no one save
those who know their way may find the flight wing. They are a secret. Do not
fret. The main chamber is well lit. Now come!” Dragging the half blind man
behind him, Legolas stalked down the corridors, turning at odd angles and
pressing himself against the wall so he did not loose himself. “There, see?” He
pointed to a dimly lit cavern, a stream flowing through it and glistening light
reflecting off stoillaillars. “Hush, you must be quiet now!” Letting out a
noise like an eagle’s screech, Legolas advanced into the cave, motioning for
Aragorn to follow him. To the man’s surprise, an answering howl came. “We are
allowed to enter,” he smiled and walked more freely through the stone. Stopping
before a large rock, Aragorn gasped as he saw what he thought were statues,
really to be people. A pair of fierce yellow eyes glared back at him from a
white face. Long silver hair fd dod down the creature’s back and she wore no
clothes. Her limbs were long and thin and her nails were as long as daggers.
Sharp cheekbones bordered a well-defined nose and full lips. Large silver wings
protruded from her back and she hutched over the stream, staring into Aragorn’s
eyes. Taking a step back in fear, Aragorn called for Legolas but the creature
found him first, jumping up and pouncing him with a hiss. The man screamed but
was confused into silence when, instead of being torn apart, he was sniffed and
licked. “Ida!” Legolas’ sharp voice cut through the air and the girl sat up on
Aragorn’s chest and smiled. A soft sound emanated from her throat and she
crawled over to the Elf, stopping at his feet and rubbed her head against his
thigh, begging to be patted. Legolas rested a hand on her head and looked at
Aragorn, smiling and shaking his head. “You were lucky. If you had nallealled
my name, you would be a corpse by now.” Scratching behind one of the girl’s
pointed ears, Legolas grinned and stepped back to the man. “Here,” he said,
offering a hand.
“What are…”
“The remaining people
of Valinor, descendants of the Valar.” Three other creatures surrounded them,
all purring or tapping their nails against the stone floor. “This is Ida… the
youngest daughter of their King, Isfreal.” At the mention of the name, each
being in the chamber bowed their heads and a tall, white haired man with
piercing red eyes and spanning black wings stepped from a high rock and floated
down to Legolas’ side, glaring at Aragorn. Legolas let out a series of clicks
and purrs and soon, Isfreal was sitting at his side, paying no heed to the man.
“They cannot be tamed, but you can speak with them and persuade them if you
know how. They are proud creatures, and you must never offend them.” Another
series of clicks and Ida leapt from the ground spiraling up to the top of the
chamber and out of sight. No sooner had she disappeared into the shadows then
an echoing howl bounced through the cave and hundreds of winged beasts flew
through the air, down to Legolas’ side, each clicking and snapping, trying to
be first to the Elf’s hand. Legolas laughed, tossing his head back. “They are
also spoiled. Each day I come I bring treats.” Aragorn smiled and stepped up to
Legolas but was stopped when something small latched onto his leg. “Ika,
daughter of Ida and Shien.” Aragorn smiled at the tiny bird girl who had
wrapped his leg in a hung with her tiny arms and legs. Two sprouts protruded
from her back and showed beg beginnings of silver wings. Her hair was already
long and a bright violet while her eyes were a fierce yellow.
“She is lovely,”
Aragorn said in awe. Legolas stood at his side in an instant, raising the child
to Aragorn’s arms.
“Here, give her this,”
he said, handing him a small piece of fruit Aragorn recognized from his first
meal in the palace. Placing the tiny slice of yellow at her lips, Aragorn
waited. Ika sniffed the fruit for a while before snatching it on one small
fingernail and plopping it into her mouth, purring as she did. “Ida…” the woman
stepped up and kissed her daughter’s brow. She looked into Legolas’ eyes and
nodded. Bowing Legolas grabbed Aragorn’s arm and lead him through the tunnels.
“Legolas… the child! I
cannot…”
“She wants you to have
her, so stop fussing.” Aragorn looked at Legolas through the darkness and the
Elf sighed, stopping in his tracks. “The pool that gives them life… in their
cave… it holds the future. Ida knows she shall not live out the war… but she is
not sure about your fate. Hoping you shall live, she hands her daughter to your
care. Do not return her gift, for it would beinsuinsult. Now can we please keep
moving? These tunnels are clammy and having a babe down here is not
idealistic.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They walked through
the streets of the city, dusk falling around them. Aragorn held Ika’s head up
against his shoulder and had a basket of fruits in his other hand. Stopping in
front of a large blue marble house, Legolas smiled and took the basket from
him. “Thank you… for accompanying me. You did not need to,” Legolas said,
opening the door. “Do you wish to… stay the night? It is growing dark and
keeping a child on your own can be difficult.” Aragorn nodded and held the door
open for the Elf, allowing him through before going in himself, shutting the
door behind him.
It was a lovely home. The
floors were covered in soft carpets and the windows were closed with draped of
velvet. There were four rooms, each with its own bronze door. Legolas left the
basket on a table in his kitchen and swept out to a room with a lounge and
several chairs, bookcases, flutes and weapons lining the walls. “In here,” he
whispered and opened the largest door, heading into his room. A tall,
four-poster bed stood in the centre of the room, the light yellow sheets and
pillows glowing in the evening light. Candles were set on a table by the window
and a large cupboard stood opposite the door. Legolas opened one of the drawers
and shifted his clothing until it looked comfortable. “This will have to do
until tomorrow. I shall buy her a crib, but for now she can sleep here.”
Aragorn placed the babe in the drawer and pulled a soft blue tunic over her.
When he turned back, Legolas was wearing only a pair of loose white leggings
that made him glow in the dim light. The Elf climbed into his bed and pulled
back the covers, allowing Aragorn to get in. The man stripped off his boots and
tunic, shifting next to Legolas and wrapped his arms around the Elf’s thin
waist. “Sleep well,” Legolas murmured and tucked his head under Aragorn’s chin,
falling asleep.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They rose to the early
morning sun streaming through the window, pouring onto the bed. Aragorn smiled
and kissed Legolas’ brow. “Good morning,” he whispered and sat up. Legolas
followed and kissed his lips lightly.
“It is indeed.” The
two stayed locked together for a moment before the door opened and a cheerful
voice filled the room.
“Biea, vit chie col
ounmar ciy i sayne, thi… BIEA!? *Father, will you be eating at the palace or…
FATHER!?*”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“So… this is the man
who taught you how to speak western?” Legolas nodded and sipped his tea
awkwardly. “Is this the reason you have been late coming home every night?”
Legolas nodded again and looked over at Aragorn, who looked severely
uncomfortable.
“Oh come Ochealle.
Father obviously loves him and it is his choice so…”
“Do not give me that
tongue girl!”
“I am no younger than
you!”
“We may have shared a
womb but that is all I will share with you sister!”
The two started bickering in their native tongue and Legolas slammed his fist
on the table.
“That is enough you
two! Ochealle, I expected better of you. And Miean, I do not need you to defend
me.” The twins nodded and continued to glare at each other.
“Ki’en vog i miten
din’mi? *What is all the racket for?*” A small girl with light blonde hair and
pale blue eyes stood in the doorway to the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her
eyes. “Arathorn?” she asked sleepily, stretching out her hands to the man.
“No Niada… this is
father’s new whore, Aragorn… son of Arathorn.” Ochealle smirked and crossed her
arms, satisfied with herself.
“Stop being so cruel.
Arathorn was nice and he made daddy happy. So you should be happy to!” the
little girl clambered over to her father and hugged his shin. “Ni oudoir chie,”
she smiled. Legolas patted her head and grinned at Aragorn.
”I am sorry about this. My girls tend to be at odds with each other quite-” a
loud cry interrupted him.
“Ika!” Aragorn said
and stood, bolting off to the other room. As soon as he was gone, Legolas
rounded on his daughter.
“How dare you try and
run my life! You are my daughter, not my nanny! You would do well to keep your
tongue, or you will be working with the pigs instead of in the palace!”
Ochealle huffed and sipped her tea.
“Chie eliv, loat,
ikaradi ipa… *You vile, loathsome, evil little…*”
“Aragorn! Is she
well?” Legolas interrupted Miean.
“Yes, she is fine. It
seems she just woke,” he chuckled, carrying the small girl in his arms to the
table.
“Oh! A new babe?
Father, is it yours?” Legolas barely suppressed a chuckle.
“No Niada, this is
Ika, Ida’s daughter. It appears she wished Aragorn to keep her.”
“Oo! May I hold her?”
“You’re more likely to
drop her!” Ochealle snapped.
“I have had enough of
your attitude! Go sleep in the gutter if you wish, but do not plague my
household with your grudges!” Legolas growled. Ochealle stood quickly and
hurried from the kitchen. “By the Valar, what did I do to deserve a terror like
her?” Miean smiled and rubbed her father’s hand.
“You have two more
loving daughters father. Ochealle takes after mother far too much.” Legolas
smiled and leaned his head on Aragorn’s shoulder.
“Ah to be young
again,” he mused. At Aragorn’s shocked expression, he elaborated. “I am over
three thousand years old, Aragorn. Less than a century ago, my wife passed away
after her brother died. The death was hard on Ochealle took her passing
especially hard. They were close… closest I have seen her be to anyone. Niada
is Etine’s illegitimate daughter, but you must never tell a soul. She gave her
to me for safe keeping until the time came for her to take the thrown.” Aragorn
nodded, seeing now that the Elf he once thought so cold, then so fragile was
really a grieving soul, for the loss of his wife, then lover, and now daughter.
“Miean… on the other hand… is my daughter, in every sense. She detested her
mother for her arrogance and self-absorption as much as I myself did.” Miean
smiled slightly and pulled Niada onto her lap.
“Enough of this
melancholy talk. Lord Aragorn… is it you who taught our father to speak
western?” Aragorn nodded and Miean’s face lit up. “He taught us too… daily. I
wondered how my father learnt it all! I have always been fascinated by the
culture of the West. I heard that…”
“Hush! No one wants to
hear you ramble!” Niada said, stuffing a large red fruit into Miean’s mouth.
Aragorn and Legolas chuckled.
“I am afraid, girls,
that my companion and I must depart for the day. Miean, please take Ika to the
market today and buy her a basinet and some suitable clothing. You shall find
all the gold you need on my bedside. Niada, I want you to stay out of trouble
and-”
“Do not rip my dress.
I know father.” Legolas smiled and stood, Aragorn following suit, handing the
tall blonde girl the baby.
“Good day father! Be
safe and do not start any wars! Do not worry Lord Aragorn! Ika shall be safe!
I-”
“Hush up!” Niada
scolded and shut the door after the Elf and man.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A.N.: Woah! That took a long time to write!
I hope you like it! I know I covered a lot in one chapter and it might be
confusing now but it will make sense later! I promise! Please review, and no
flames!
OMG! I got NO reviews
for the last chapter! That is so devastating!
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