HaliaW (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} haliawestron) wrote,@ 2003-12-30 14:25:00 |
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Secret Santa
This is my attempts at writing a non angsty Aragorn/Legolas fic for the secret Santa challange. As you can no doubt tell non ansgt isn't something i can manage to do but at least i got them together within far less time than it usually takes my characters!!
I may come back to this as I have ideas for taking it forward, thanks to Shirasade for setting up this challange and thank you to Digi - who this fic is for, for providing me with a 'real' challange - I've never written Aragorn/Legolas and in all the elf/man pairings you couldn't have picked a pair that i find the most difficult to think or write about. I hope this is something like what you had hoped for.
Charecters are Tolkiens, angst is Tolkiens and mine, kissing is definitely mine. setting is Imladris just before the fellowship sets out.
rating - heavens knows - i'm really bad at this R? for M/M
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“Did you want something Estel?” Legolas turned round and raised an eyebrow at the ranger who was standing in the doorway.
Aragorn smiled wryly and stepped into the room, “how did you know it was me Legolas?”
“You tread more heavily than the elves, but not anywhere near as heavily as our gondorian friend. The hobbit go barefoot, Gandalf tends to cough and grumble under his breath and as for the dwarfs – well, I’d be a disgrace to my father if I couldn’t hear them coming and skip away before they reached me.”
“One of them is going to be accompanying us on this journey Legolas, you should learn to get along with them, they have many fine qualities.
Qualities I would rather appreciate from a far distance Estel.
You know I’m no longer a child Legolas; I gave up the name of Estel a long time ago
Legolas shook his head, you mortals will always be children to us Aragorn but I apologise. I should not have let our previous friendship lead me into using your childhood name, it was affection nothing more.
Aragorn walked over to join the slender elf in sitting on the windowsill. HE looked down into the valley of Imladris with a sigh. Do you remember how we first met Legolas?”
“How can I forget?” laughed the elf, “you were one of the clumsiest beings I had ever seen, of course that was before I had travelled to the dwarven realms.”
The man smiled as he remembered that meeting, he had been little more than a boy only 16 years old and he had just hit his first real growth spurt, in the space of six months he had shot up till he equalled many of the elves in height. Unfortunately his mind still thought he had the same compact body he’d grown up with. So for the next six months he’d been little better than a walking disaster area. Elves who had previously ignored the human fosterling with serene grace now gathered u their robes and ran when he appeared fearful that he would run into them or somehow involve them in one of the chaotic things that seemed to be attracted to the young human.
“I was so eager to see these new elves from the woodland realm, I remember badgering Elladen to let me borrow some of his clothes, I’d grown out of all of mine”
Legolas smiled softly, “aye the colours and cut did seem rather more suited to the young warrior than the boy.”
Aragorn smiled ruefully. “I don’t know how you could tell underneath the mess 60 years ago and I still blush when I think of it.”
………………………….
He had been eager, so eager that after successfully nagging himself into Elladen’s second best set of tunic and leggings he’d made his way up to the edges of the valley to wait for the convoy. He’d intended to impress these new arrivals by being the first to welcoming them graciously to the valley. Thinking that maybe they would see him as an adult not a child and so open his foster father and brothers eyes as well.
It had all been going so well, the new clothes made a pleasant change from the too short leggings and tunics which left half a foot of arm and wrist sticking out that he had been wearing for the past few weeks. He had smoothed his unruly hair back as best he could with water and filched a leather band from Elrohir’s table to tie it back with. Finding a comfortable spot had been easy; he spent many hours up here avoiding his lessons. Unfortunately it was autumn and the bank below the tree he had chosen for a look out was covered in a beautiful carpet of red and yellow leaves. Slippy, slidy red and yellow leaves covering the muddy ground below. As the young Estel had found out in detail when he’d attempted to mimicking his foster brothers and leap gracefully down from the branch.
No one had actually laughed out loud, but then they hadn’t needed to, even Glorfindel's mouth had twitched as he surveyed the mud covered miserably looking object that had a few moments ago been Elrond’s foster son. It had been a relief for Estel in a way when he caught sight of Erestor looking distinctly un-amused behind the golden haired warrior, facing the counsellor’s wrath and sarcasm would actually be easier than facing the smiles and barely hidden snickers from the rest of the elves. It had taken the young human tow days to complete the cleaning tasks assigned to him and to get up the courage necessary to face and be introduced to the mirkwood delegation.
It had all started then. Young and romantic he’d been dazzled by the golden haired princling. Most of the Imladris elves were dark haired and those few who weren’t, were like Glorfindel too awe inspiring for Estel to even consider them as friends let alone admire their beauty. Legolas was young however for an elf, past his majority but still playful. Unlike his father the prince was happy and open to friendships swiftly becoming firm friends with the twins and spending many long hours with them. Elrond approved and encouraged it hoping for a reconciliation between the two realms and also hoping the beautiful mirkwood elf would distract his sons from their quest for vengeance. It had worked for a little time and Estel had taken every opportunity to tag along after them, his foster brothers who had grown heartily tired of constantly having a gangly human boy underfoot had usually hidden or ridden of but Legolas had been more patient, teaching him to shoot and even taking him on a hunt one day.
He’d been young enough at that time to be quite content to worship the young prince from a clumsy distance. When Legolas had returned to mirkwood he had moped around for a few days but then with the idealism of youth determined that one day he would be able t meet the elf on his own terms. It had taken some time for that to happen however. Over the next few decades Legolas visited Imladris often, then there was a long silence form mirkwood. Still young by the standards of elves Estel didn’t learn everything but he gathered enough to realise that Thranduil had not been exactly happy with his sons frequent visits to Imladris and even less happy with the rumours of his relationship with Elrond’s sons.
The meeting had finally happened some forty years after Legolas first visit to Imladris when Estel – now Aragorn, was tracking Gollum past the borders of mirkwood. He hadn’t caught him that time, but he had caught up with a party of elves patrolling the borders. That was when he realised that the youthful infatuation had been replaced by something far stronger.
………………………………………………..
He sighed coming back to the present to realise that Legolas was looking at him quizzically. “Brooding over memories again Aragorn?” he chided gently.
Aragorn smiled, “I am sorry my friend I didn’t mean to”
“Why does that memory hold so much sadness for you? Yes you were occasionally clumsy as a boy, you humans grow s quickly you barely had time to adjust to your extra inches before you grew again. But that was only a period f a few years, and long passed.”
“I would wager that every elf in Imladris will remember the clumsy, gawky, ugly human child I was for at least anther few centuries.” Aragorn replied
Legolas turned to face him fully swinging his leg down from the windowsill, “you were never ugly Aragorn, clumsy yes in the same way that a colt is clumsy, all long legs and eagerness, but you were beautiful like a colt as well.”
Aragorn found his body tightening and for a moment he felt little more than 16 again fighting to hide a slight blush at Legolas words.
Legolas looked at the dark ranger ruefully, the man still measured himself against the elves he had grown up with not realising that he was a remarkable man, and undeniably attractive by anyone’s standards. More than one elf had been interested in the ranger as he grew up including Elrond’s own daughter. But as far as Legolas knew none had succeeded, Aragorn seemed to be startlingly unaware of the interest and speculation he aroused in others.
“I live surrounded by elves Legolas, do not flatter me. I know beauty, is each it every time I open my eyes here.” I see it every time I look at you// he thought.
Legolas leaned forward slightly and held Aragorn’s eyes with his own sapphire orbs, “you should know me better than that Aragorn. I do not lie not even to flatter.”
Uncomfortable with the proximity Aragorn got up and moved over to one of the tapestries on the walls. “We’re going to be leaving in a few days.” he said abruptly.
“Yes” Legolas replied softly, watching Aragorn in his steady and totally unconvincing perusal of the old tapestry. Had he made the ranger uncomfortable he wondered.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen on this journey, I have pledged myself to go to Gondor with Boromir.”
“And you are afraid of what will happen there.”
Aragorn sighed, with good reason Legolas; the last time I went to Gondor things went badly for the steward’s line. I fear the reverberations of those events will affect the outcome of this quest as well.”
Legolas moved over to him, “Aragorn you cannot blame yourself for what happened then.” He lifted one hand to Aragorn face, “do not doubt yourself so Mellonin.”
Aragorn froze, he knew he ought to move away, speak, anything to prevent Legolas from seeing his reaction to such a simple, light touch. “How can I not doubt? The blood of Isulder runs in my veins, I may yet betray us all as he did. I am no king.” He whispered hoarsely.
“As does the blood of Earendil, the same blood that fathered Lord Elrond is your heritage also. Do not let one man’s tragedy change the honour of your line Aragorn. Go forth Aragorn, go forth and meet your destiny, whatever it may be. The time for caution and doubt is passed“ The blonde elf held Aragorn’s face firmly as he spoke, searching his eyes trying to let him see the strength of belief he had in him. Slowly Legolas leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the man’s brow. “Believe in yourself Aragon as I believe in you” he whispered softly.
Aragorn’s eyes had closed as he felt the soft touch of Legolas’s lips. Now as the elf drew back, resting their brows against each other he opened his eyes and was lost. Falling into eyes so impossibly blue, full of trust and love. HE hardly dared breath as he whispered Legolas’s name softly.
Legolas’s eyes were drawn to Aragorn’s mouth as his name fell from the mans lips, they remained slightly parted soft breath gusting out to warm the elf’s face. Only a few inches, all he had to do was lean forward to kiss Aragorn far less chastely. His hands tightened unconsciously and he took a breath preparing to pull away, to end the closeness that had suddenly grown all too intimate before Aragorn read something else in his eyes, something that might ruin their friendship and trust.
He was too late. Aragorn could sense the tension in Legolas’s body saw the tiny muscle movements that preceded him drawing back and without thinking his own hands came up to rest on Legolas’s waist, unwilling to lose the closeness of the elf.
“Aragorn this is not wise.” Legolas said softly. His heart was pounding wildly now, merely from the closeness, the hands holding him.
“Perhaps I grow tired of being cautious.” Aragorn’s voice was rough and his hands tightened pulling Legolas closer. “Perhaps I will chose my own destiny, make my own mistakes.”
Legolas caught his breath as he heard the new tone in Aragorn’s voice, the tone of a king not a mere ranger. And beneath that was a note he had longed to hear, a note of desire. His eyes flicked up to meet the mans, and he saw the desire he had hoped for written plainly in the darkened grey eyes. HE leaned forward unconsciously parting his lips.
For one long moment neither moved. A thousand thoughts and doubts battered at the edges of Aragorn’s mind but in this instant none of them mattered, nothing mattered except the lovely face and deep blue eyes so close to his own. With a groan that was half despair and half desire he crossed the last space between them and took the tempting mouth in a kiss.
This is my attempts at writing a non angsty Aragorn/Legolas fic for the secret Santa challange. As you can no doubt tell non ansgt isn't something i can manage to do but at least i got them together within far less time than it usually takes my characters!!
I may come back to this as I have ideas for taking it forward, thanks to Shirasade for setting up this challange and thank you to Digi - who this fic is for, for providing me with a 'real' challange - I've never written Aragorn/Legolas and in all the elf/man pairings you couldn't have picked a pair that i find the most difficult to think or write about. I hope this is something like what you had hoped for.
Charecters are Tolkiens, angst is Tolkiens and mine, kissing is definitely mine. setting is Imladris just before the fellowship sets out.
rating - heavens knows - i'm really bad at this R? for M/M
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“Did you want something Estel?” Legolas turned round and raised an eyebrow at the ranger who was standing in the doorway.
Aragorn smiled wryly and stepped into the room, “how did you know it was me Legolas?”
“You tread more heavily than the elves, but not anywhere near as heavily as our gondorian friend. The hobbit go barefoot, Gandalf tends to cough and grumble under his breath and as for the dwarfs – well, I’d be a disgrace to my father if I couldn’t hear them coming and skip away before they reached me.”
“One of them is going to be accompanying us on this journey Legolas, you should learn to get along with them, they have many fine qualities.
Qualities I would rather appreciate from a far distance Estel.
You know I’m no longer a child Legolas; I gave up the name of Estel a long time ago
Legolas shook his head, you mortals will always be children to us Aragorn but I apologise. I should not have let our previous friendship lead me into using your childhood name, it was affection nothing more.
Aragorn walked over to join the slender elf in sitting on the windowsill. HE looked down into the valley of Imladris with a sigh. Do you remember how we first met Legolas?”
“How can I forget?” laughed the elf, “you were one of the clumsiest beings I had ever seen, of course that was before I had travelled to the dwarven realms.”
The man smiled as he remembered that meeting, he had been little more than a boy only 16 years old and he had just hit his first real growth spurt, in the space of six months he had shot up till he equalled many of the elves in height. Unfortunately his mind still thought he had the same compact body he’d grown up with. So for the next six months he’d been little better than a walking disaster area. Elves who had previously ignored the human fosterling with serene grace now gathered u their robes and ran when he appeared fearful that he would run into them or somehow involve them in one of the chaotic things that seemed to be attracted to the young human.
“I was so eager to see these new elves from the woodland realm, I remember badgering Elladen to let me borrow some of his clothes, I’d grown out of all of mine”
Legolas smiled softly, “aye the colours and cut did seem rather more suited to the young warrior than the boy.”
Aragorn smiled ruefully. “I don’t know how you could tell underneath the mess 60 years ago and I still blush when I think of it.”
………………………….
He had been eager, so eager that after successfully nagging himself into Elladen’s second best set of tunic and leggings he’d made his way up to the edges of the valley to wait for the convoy. He’d intended to impress these new arrivals by being the first to welcoming them graciously to the valley. Thinking that maybe they would see him as an adult not a child and so open his foster father and brothers eyes as well.
It had all been going so well, the new clothes made a pleasant change from the too short leggings and tunics which left half a foot of arm and wrist sticking out that he had been wearing for the past few weeks. He had smoothed his unruly hair back as best he could with water and filched a leather band from Elrohir’s table to tie it back with. Finding a comfortable spot had been easy; he spent many hours up here avoiding his lessons. Unfortunately it was autumn and the bank below the tree he had chosen for a look out was covered in a beautiful carpet of red and yellow leaves. Slippy, slidy red and yellow leaves covering the muddy ground below. As the young Estel had found out in detail when he’d attempted to mimicking his foster brothers and leap gracefully down from the branch.
No one had actually laughed out loud, but then they hadn’t needed to, even Glorfindel's mouth had twitched as he surveyed the mud covered miserably looking object that had a few moments ago been Elrond’s foster son. It had been a relief for Estel in a way when he caught sight of Erestor looking distinctly un-amused behind the golden haired warrior, facing the counsellor’s wrath and sarcasm would actually be easier than facing the smiles and barely hidden snickers from the rest of the elves. It had taken the young human tow days to complete the cleaning tasks assigned to him and to get up the courage necessary to face and be introduced to the mirkwood delegation.
It had all started then. Young and romantic he’d been dazzled by the golden haired princling. Most of the Imladris elves were dark haired and those few who weren’t, were like Glorfindel too awe inspiring for Estel to even consider them as friends let alone admire their beauty. Legolas was young however for an elf, past his majority but still playful. Unlike his father the prince was happy and open to friendships swiftly becoming firm friends with the twins and spending many long hours with them. Elrond approved and encouraged it hoping for a reconciliation between the two realms and also hoping the beautiful mirkwood elf would distract his sons from their quest for vengeance. It had worked for a little time and Estel had taken every opportunity to tag along after them, his foster brothers who had grown heartily tired of constantly having a gangly human boy underfoot had usually hidden or ridden of but Legolas had been more patient, teaching him to shoot and even taking him on a hunt one day.
He’d been young enough at that time to be quite content to worship the young prince from a clumsy distance. When Legolas had returned to mirkwood he had moped around for a few days but then with the idealism of youth determined that one day he would be able t meet the elf on his own terms. It had taken some time for that to happen however. Over the next few decades Legolas visited Imladris often, then there was a long silence form mirkwood. Still young by the standards of elves Estel didn’t learn everything but he gathered enough to realise that Thranduil had not been exactly happy with his sons frequent visits to Imladris and even less happy with the rumours of his relationship with Elrond’s sons.
The meeting had finally happened some forty years after Legolas first visit to Imladris when Estel – now Aragorn, was tracking Gollum past the borders of mirkwood. He hadn’t caught him that time, but he had caught up with a party of elves patrolling the borders. That was when he realised that the youthful infatuation had been replaced by something far stronger.
………………………………………………..
He sighed coming back to the present to realise that Legolas was looking at him quizzically. “Brooding over memories again Aragorn?” he chided gently.
Aragorn smiled, “I am sorry my friend I didn’t mean to”
“Why does that memory hold so much sadness for you? Yes you were occasionally clumsy as a boy, you humans grow s quickly you barely had time to adjust to your extra inches before you grew again. But that was only a period f a few years, and long passed.”
“I would wager that every elf in Imladris will remember the clumsy, gawky, ugly human child I was for at least anther few centuries.” Aragorn replied
Legolas turned to face him fully swinging his leg down from the windowsill, “you were never ugly Aragorn, clumsy yes in the same way that a colt is clumsy, all long legs and eagerness, but you were beautiful like a colt as well.”
Aragorn found his body tightening and for a moment he felt little more than 16 again fighting to hide a slight blush at Legolas words.
Legolas looked at the dark ranger ruefully, the man still measured himself against the elves he had grown up with not realising that he was a remarkable man, and undeniably attractive by anyone’s standards. More than one elf had been interested in the ranger as he grew up including Elrond’s own daughter. But as far as Legolas knew none had succeeded, Aragorn seemed to be startlingly unaware of the interest and speculation he aroused in others.
“I live surrounded by elves Legolas, do not flatter me. I know beauty, is each it every time I open my eyes here.” I see it every time I look at you// he thought.
Legolas leaned forward slightly and held Aragorn’s eyes with his own sapphire orbs, “you should know me better than that Aragorn. I do not lie not even to flatter.”
Uncomfortable with the proximity Aragorn got up and moved over to one of the tapestries on the walls. “We’re going to be leaving in a few days.” he said abruptly.
“Yes” Legolas replied softly, watching Aragorn in his steady and totally unconvincing perusal of the old tapestry. Had he made the ranger uncomfortable he wondered.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen on this journey, I have pledged myself to go to Gondor with Boromir.”
“And you are afraid of what will happen there.”
Aragorn sighed, with good reason Legolas; the last time I went to Gondor things went badly for the steward’s line. I fear the reverberations of those events will affect the outcome of this quest as well.”
Legolas moved over to him, “Aragorn you cannot blame yourself for what happened then.” He lifted one hand to Aragorn face, “do not doubt yourself so Mellonin.”
Aragorn froze, he knew he ought to move away, speak, anything to prevent Legolas from seeing his reaction to such a simple, light touch. “How can I not doubt? The blood of Isulder runs in my veins, I may yet betray us all as he did. I am no king.” He whispered hoarsely.
“As does the blood of Earendil, the same blood that fathered Lord Elrond is your heritage also. Do not let one man’s tragedy change the honour of your line Aragorn. Go forth Aragorn, go forth and meet your destiny, whatever it may be. The time for caution and doubt is passed“ The blonde elf held Aragorn’s face firmly as he spoke, searching his eyes trying to let him see the strength of belief he had in him. Slowly Legolas leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the man’s brow. “Believe in yourself Aragon as I believe in you” he whispered softly.
Aragorn’s eyes had closed as he felt the soft touch of Legolas’s lips. Now as the elf drew back, resting their brows against each other he opened his eyes and was lost. Falling into eyes so impossibly blue, full of trust and love. HE hardly dared breath as he whispered Legolas’s name softly.
Legolas’s eyes were drawn to Aragorn’s mouth as his name fell from the mans lips, they remained slightly parted soft breath gusting out to warm the elf’s face. Only a few inches, all he had to do was lean forward to kiss Aragorn far less chastely. His hands tightened unconsciously and he took a breath preparing to pull away, to end the closeness that had suddenly grown all too intimate before Aragorn read something else in his eyes, something that might ruin their friendship and trust.
He was too late. Aragorn could sense the tension in Legolas’s body saw the tiny muscle movements that preceded him drawing back and without thinking his own hands came up to rest on Legolas’s waist, unwilling to lose the closeness of the elf.
“Aragorn this is not wise.” Legolas said softly. His heart was pounding wildly now, merely from the closeness, the hands holding him.
“Perhaps I grow tired of being cautious.” Aragorn’s voice was rough and his hands tightened pulling Legolas closer. “Perhaps I will chose my own destiny, make my own mistakes.”
Legolas caught his breath as he heard the new tone in Aragorn’s voice, the tone of a king not a mere ranger. And beneath that was a note he had longed to hear, a note of desire. His eyes flicked up to meet the mans, and he saw the desire he had hoped for written plainly in the darkened grey eyes. HE leaned forward unconsciously parting his lips.
For one long moment neither moved. A thousand thoughts and doubts battered at the edges of Aragorn’s mind but in this instant none of them mattered, nothing mattered except the lovely face and deep blue eyes so close to his own. With a groan that was half despair and half desire he crossed the last space between them and took the tempting mouth in a kiss.
