Hidderknerkness
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
5,309
Reviews:
22
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 10
A/N: Many thanks to Mystkyten for her help.
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“So you believe that this man is Legolas’ stalker?”
Arwen nodded at the Dwarf’s question. “He has to be; he tried to take Legolas away from the celebration,” she said, glancing quickly across the room to where her husband was talking to Legolas. For some reason, they seemed to fear that this kind of news would be too upsetting for him.
The moment she had entered the room, with determination in her eyes, Aragorn had gently pulled Legolas to his feet and led him across the room, leaving Gimli to speak to Arwen.
Gimli had protested at first, saying that he was the one who should be taking care of Legolas, but Aragorn had only smirked in amusement and told him that he still needed to check something.
That fact that they were treating Legolas, who was a skilled warrior, like he was made of spun glass had confused the Queen at first. However, she attributed them to the current happenings and pushed the thought from her mind.
Gimli shook his head, frowning as he tried to push back the fog that clouded his memories of that night.
He remembered the difficulty he had had convincing Legolas to attend the party, leading the reluctant elf down the hall towards loud singing and smoke-filled air; and he remembered, with shame, how he had abandoned the poor elf just moments after arriving.
He started chewing at his lip, trying to remr whr why he had left Legolas. He had seen someone standing in off to the side, that was why he left, but for the life of him he couldn’t recall who it had been.
Pushing the thought away so he could go over it later, he turned his attention to remembering the rest of the night.
He had been drinking, quite a lot in fact, so his memories became increasingly incoherent until they finally blanked all together. He remembered nothing about a strange, cloaked man trying to steal his elf.
He sighed, looking up at the Queen. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know who it could have been,” he said, watching as Arwen’s hopeful expression faded.
“It was Faramir.”
Arwen turned to her husband, shock written on her features. “Faramir? But why would…?”
Aragorn smiled, helping Legolas lace up his shirt, although the elf hardly needed any help and was, in fact, trying to swat the man’s hands away. “I saw how drunk Legolas was and Faramir was headed home anyways, so I asked him to return Legolas to the guest hall,” the man said, finally stepping away from the annoyed elf and turned to face his wife. “And not two minutes later, he comes back, telling me that Gimli had decided to…” He paused and turned to a suddenly very upset looking Legolas in shock, his face pale. “To take Legolas to his rooms.”
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“So you believe that this man is Legolas’ stalker?”
Arwen nodded at the Dwarf’s question. “He has to be; he tried to take Legolas away from the celebration,” she said, glancing quickly across the room to where her husband was talking to Legolas. For some reason, they seemed to fear that this kind of news would be too upsetting for him.
The moment she had entered the room, with determination in her eyes, Aragorn had gently pulled Legolas to his feet and led him across the room, leaving Gimli to speak to Arwen.
Gimli had protested at first, saying that he was the one who should be taking care of Legolas, but Aragorn had only smirked in amusement and told him that he still needed to check something.
That fact that they were treating Legolas, who was a skilled warrior, like he was made of spun glass had confused the Queen at first. However, she attributed them to the current happenings and pushed the thought from her mind.
Gimli shook his head, frowning as he tried to push back the fog that clouded his memories of that night.
He remembered the difficulty he had had convincing Legolas to attend the party, leading the reluctant elf down the hall towards loud singing and smoke-filled air; and he remembered, with shame, how he had abandoned the poor elf just moments after arriving.
He started chewing at his lip, trying to remr whr why he had left Legolas. He had seen someone standing in off to the side, that was why he left, but for the life of him he couldn’t recall who it had been.
Pushing the thought away so he could go over it later, he turned his attention to remembering the rest of the night.
He had been drinking, quite a lot in fact, so his memories became increasingly incoherent until they finally blanked all together. He remembered nothing about a strange, cloaked man trying to steal his elf.
He sighed, looking up at the Queen. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know who it could have been,” he said, watching as Arwen’s hopeful expression faded.
“It was Faramir.”
Arwen turned to her husband, shock written on her features. “Faramir? But why would…?”
Aragorn smiled, helping Legolas lace up his shirt, although the elf hardly needed any help and was, in fact, trying to swat the man’s hands away. “I saw how drunk Legolas was and Faramir was headed home anyways, so I asked him to return Legolas to the guest hall,” the man said, finally stepping away from the annoyed elf and turned to face his wife. “And not two minutes later, he comes back, telling me that Gimli had decided to…” He paused and turned to a suddenly very upset looking Legolas in shock, his face pale. “To take Legolas to his rooms.”