Gondor's King
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
2,475
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3
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Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Silence is a pleasure I rarely get to indulge in and as I sit on the grassy hill, with my legs crossed I allow it’s soothing wash to engulf my body intlaxalaxation. I have spent nearly all day searching Minas Tirith for signs of Breachtian but I have found none and neither have I found any indication of the slavery trade the letter spoke of. With my cloak around me in disguise I have searched all the possible places a trade such as this could operate from. I am without a clue and I am now sure that the ill feeling in my stomach is because of Breachtian’s absence and I am sure it has to do with the evil that has descended upon Minas Tirith. I sigh heavily and close my eyes momentarily to the beautiful sight of the orange ball of flame that is slowly dying behind the mountains in the distance.
I am alerted to a presence suddenly by a shadow that falls across me and I curse myself at having not heardir air approach. Hastily I go to reach for my sword in protection but find myself flat on my back in an instant, a heavy weight upon my body holding me still upon the ground as I attempt to get loose but succeed in only trashing around like a wild man. My eyes take a moment to recover and I open my mouth simultaneously to scream at who ever has dared attack the king but the abuse dies on my lips as I focus on the pair of familiar azure eyes that stare down at me. My breath is taken from my chest as my captor gently relinquishes his grip on my arms and gently cups my cheeks in his smooth warm hands. I continue to stare at him afraid suddenly that everything I am thinking can be seen in my own eyes as he stares back at me with the blank expression of his kind.
“I have tracked you since leaving the palace this morning.” The words are spoken without haste or coldness and I force myself to relax back into the grass as the lithe being gently eases himself off me and comes to lie down next to me on the grass.
“And why would the King of Mirkwood do sucfoolfoolish thing alone in the city of men?” While I attempt to put a cold regard into my tone it does not eventuate and I end up sounding pitifully sad instead.
“Do not speak to me of safety Aragorn, I have been on this earth in times more dangerous than this.” I sigh heavily as Legolas rolls onto his side and props his head upon his elbow to stare down at me. He is clad in the traditional forest attire I first met him in when we met on the outskirts of Mirkwood. He is no longer a king of elves but the young beautiful prince I fell in love with during the fellowship. A strand of braided blond hair falls slightly across his face and I resist the temptation to reach out and brush it back behind his slender pointy ear, knowing that it is no longer my place to touch him so. “I am to tell you that your eldest son Breachtian arrived at the palace just moments after you left.” I close my eyes and sigh heavily, relived somewhat that Breachtian is safe and at home but also concerned still by his long absence. “Tell me Aragorn you knew that Breachtian would return home in time by himself, but yet you still searched the city like a man with cause. What is it that you are looking for if you know your son will return on his own will?” I swallow hard but remain passively staring up into the velvet sky above me trying to see past the silken beauty of Legolas face that now hovers above me intently. After a long time of my silence I feel a hand gently come to rest upon my cheek again and I refocus my attention on Legolas again.
“Let us forget our place in the world Estel, if only for a moment. We are friends without duty or council. Something troubles you Estel, I feel the tension in your voice and see the weight upon your shoulders. Please tell me what ails you, so that I may ease the darkness that has surrounded your being.” I continue to stare into Legolas’s blue depths as I reach to the pocket of my tunic and remove the letter and push it into his other hand. He sits up from me and I mourn secretly the loss of his warm touch on my face. I watch with disinterest as he inspects the jewel that falls from the letter’s folds before reading the parchment it was wrapped in. His face is as always passive, showing no signs of what he is feeling inside and I do not wait for him to finish reading before I begin to speak.
“They are searching for one among you, I am sure of it. While I cannot find any signs of trade within the city I know it is here, the attack this morning of your party was the final evidence of their presence. My court is betraying me under my very nose, sanctioning this search for whoever the elf may be and I am powerless to stop it.” Legolas stares down at me with a sadness that chills my very soul and I long to reach out and hold him close to me both for his own reassurance and my own. “I fear for you Legolas, for your people. My council are not worthy of your presence, my palace not worth of your grace, my family not worthy of your beauty and I am worthy of nothing but my own disgrace. I can not protect you from the harm I know is close.” I sigh heavily and watch as Legolas turns his gaze away from me to stare out at the now darkened city, only the flickering glow of light from the windows any of of it’s inhabitants. “If you wish to leave Minas Tirith I will not object. I will take you myself to your boarders and fight with everything I have left to insure you are safe on your journey home.” I watch as Legolas turns quickly back to me and shakes his head vehemently the jewel from the letter clutched to his chest.
“No, I will not run froms Ess Estel.” I raise myself to a sitting position and tilt my head in question as Legolas unfolds his hand from around the jewel. “This is mine. A wedding present from my father before he left these shores. I lost it on a trek through the mountains when we were ambushed along the path by men from Arnor. It is the clasp to my tunic.” The fear I felt before increases ten fold as Legolas glances determinedly at me. “It is me they search for, Estel. I am the one they want.”
“Then you can not stay in Minas Tirith.” I stand hastily from the grass and Legolas follows me anxiously as I brush the grass haphazardly from my tunic and begin to stride back towards the city. I hear Legolas curse in quenya behind me before his light footsteps catch up with me and he hauls on my arm and spins me around violently to face him.
“I will not leave Aragorn, I will not be intimidated by hunters. Gimli arrives with a large part of dwarves in the morning; I shall take the time to discuss this matter with both him and Elrond. I believe that they search for me but in earnest, not knowing who I am. Their random selections of captives that have similar fair features to myself are testament to their lack of knowledge of what they seek.” I stare fearfully into Legolas’ determined blue gaze and I cannot help but smirk a little despite the seriousness of the situation. “The return of this jewel to me is a warning to be on my guard. They will not dare try anything within view of the palace. No I believe I will be safe for a little while longer, maybe long enough to find those who are orchestrating this.”
“I see you have spent too much twithwith the dwarves, you were never this stubborn as prince.” Legolas washes a mock look of hurt upon his face, trying to look offended at my jest despite the smile upon his lips. “Very well I know better than to argue with a king of elves. You may stay in Minas Tirith as long as it remains relatively safe but you will promise me not stray far from the palace without my company.” I watch as Legolas raises a smooth eyebrow in questioning as I g at at him with determination written across my face. For a moment there is a stand off between us before Legolas finally sighs and rolls his eyes over dramatically.
“As you wish King of Gondor, but you forget that I came here for your company, that which I have long missed in yabseabsence from the elven cities. So any enforced restrictions concerning my stay will be of little matter if I have only your company.” Legolas smiles fondly at me and I cannot help but blush profusely at his generous praise of my company. “Well come, you shall be late for your own feast. I should very much like for you to introduce me to your children, as I have already been informed by Elrond that you have met Arionetta.” We begin a slow walk back towards the palace and I feel myself comforted by the occasional brush of Legolas arm against mine as we walk side by side.
“Aye, Arionetta is beautiful like her father.” I glance up knowingly at Legolas who smiles proudly and nods in understanding. We fall into silence for the remaining walk back to the palace. While my mind is still troubled by the events that will come over the next week I am soothed by the presents of the elder elf beside me. Legolas is everything I want and more, yet he deserves so much more than what I or anyone else can give him and it pains me to know that he shall never be mine.
TBC……………………………
Silence is a pleasure I rarely get to indulge in and as I sit on the grassy hill, with my legs crossed I allow it’s soothing wash to engulf my body intlaxalaxation. I have spent nearly all day searching Minas Tirith for signs of Breachtian but I have found none and neither have I found any indication of the slavery trade the letter spoke of. With my cloak around me in disguise I have searched all the possible places a trade such as this could operate from. I am without a clue and I am now sure that the ill feeling in my stomach is because of Breachtian’s absence and I am sure it has to do with the evil that has descended upon Minas Tirith. I sigh heavily and close my eyes momentarily to the beautiful sight of the orange ball of flame that is slowly dying behind the mountains in the distance.
I am alerted to a presence suddenly by a shadow that falls across me and I curse myself at having not heardir air approach. Hastily I go to reach for my sword in protection but find myself flat on my back in an instant, a heavy weight upon my body holding me still upon the ground as I attempt to get loose but succeed in only trashing around like a wild man. My eyes take a moment to recover and I open my mouth simultaneously to scream at who ever has dared attack the king but the abuse dies on my lips as I focus on the pair of familiar azure eyes that stare down at me. My breath is taken from my chest as my captor gently relinquishes his grip on my arms and gently cups my cheeks in his smooth warm hands. I continue to stare at him afraid suddenly that everything I am thinking can be seen in my own eyes as he stares back at me with the blank expression of his kind.
“I have tracked you since leaving the palace this morning.” The words are spoken without haste or coldness and I force myself to relax back into the grass as the lithe being gently eases himself off me and comes to lie down next to me on the grass.
“And why would the King of Mirkwood do sucfoolfoolish thing alone in the city of men?” While I attempt to put a cold regard into my tone it does not eventuate and I end up sounding pitifully sad instead.
“Do not speak to me of safety Aragorn, I have been on this earth in times more dangerous than this.” I sigh heavily as Legolas rolls onto his side and props his head upon his elbow to stare down at me. He is clad in the traditional forest attire I first met him in when we met on the outskirts of Mirkwood. He is no longer a king of elves but the young beautiful prince I fell in love with during the fellowship. A strand of braided blond hair falls slightly across his face and I resist the temptation to reach out and brush it back behind his slender pointy ear, knowing that it is no longer my place to touch him so. “I am to tell you that your eldest son Breachtian arrived at the palace just moments after you left.” I close my eyes and sigh heavily, relived somewhat that Breachtian is safe and at home but also concerned still by his long absence. “Tell me Aragorn you knew that Breachtian would return home in time by himself, but yet you still searched the city like a man with cause. What is it that you are looking for if you know your son will return on his own will?” I swallow hard but remain passively staring up into the velvet sky above me trying to see past the silken beauty of Legolas face that now hovers above me intently. After a long time of my silence I feel a hand gently come to rest upon my cheek again and I refocus my attention on Legolas again.
“Let us forget our place in the world Estel, if only for a moment. We are friends without duty or council. Something troubles you Estel, I feel the tension in your voice and see the weight upon your shoulders. Please tell me what ails you, so that I may ease the darkness that has surrounded your being.” I continue to stare into Legolas’s blue depths as I reach to the pocket of my tunic and remove the letter and push it into his other hand. He sits up from me and I mourn secretly the loss of his warm touch on my face. I watch with disinterest as he inspects the jewel that falls from the letter’s folds before reading the parchment it was wrapped in. His face is as always passive, showing no signs of what he is feeling inside and I do not wait for him to finish reading before I begin to speak.
“They are searching for one among you, I am sure of it. While I cannot find any signs of trade within the city I know it is here, the attack this morning of your party was the final evidence of their presence. My court is betraying me under my very nose, sanctioning this search for whoever the elf may be and I am powerless to stop it.” Legolas stares down at me with a sadness that chills my very soul and I long to reach out and hold him close to me both for his own reassurance and my own. “I fear for you Legolas, for your people. My council are not worthy of your presence, my palace not worth of your grace, my family not worthy of your beauty and I am worthy of nothing but my own disgrace. I can not protect you from the harm I know is close.” I sigh heavily and watch as Legolas turns his gaze away from me to stare out at the now darkened city, only the flickering glow of light from the windows any of of it’s inhabitants. “If you wish to leave Minas Tirith I will not object. I will take you myself to your boarders and fight with everything I have left to insure you are safe on your journey home.” I watch as Legolas turns quickly back to me and shakes his head vehemently the jewel from the letter clutched to his chest.
“No, I will not run froms Ess Estel.” I raise myself to a sitting position and tilt my head in question as Legolas unfolds his hand from around the jewel. “This is mine. A wedding present from my father before he left these shores. I lost it on a trek through the mountains when we were ambushed along the path by men from Arnor. It is the clasp to my tunic.” The fear I felt before increases ten fold as Legolas glances determinedly at me. “It is me they search for, Estel. I am the one they want.”
“Then you can not stay in Minas Tirith.” I stand hastily from the grass and Legolas follows me anxiously as I brush the grass haphazardly from my tunic and begin to stride back towards the city. I hear Legolas curse in quenya behind me before his light footsteps catch up with me and he hauls on my arm and spins me around violently to face him.
“I will not leave Aragorn, I will not be intimidated by hunters. Gimli arrives with a large part of dwarves in the morning; I shall take the time to discuss this matter with both him and Elrond. I believe that they search for me but in earnest, not knowing who I am. Their random selections of captives that have similar fair features to myself are testament to their lack of knowledge of what they seek.” I stare fearfully into Legolas’ determined blue gaze and I cannot help but smirk a little despite the seriousness of the situation. “The return of this jewel to me is a warning to be on my guard. They will not dare try anything within view of the palace. No I believe I will be safe for a little while longer, maybe long enough to find those who are orchestrating this.”
“I see you have spent too much twithwith the dwarves, you were never this stubborn as prince.” Legolas washes a mock look of hurt upon his face, trying to look offended at my jest despite the smile upon his lips. “Very well I know better than to argue with a king of elves. You may stay in Minas Tirith as long as it remains relatively safe but you will promise me not stray far from the palace without my company.” I watch as Legolas raises a smooth eyebrow in questioning as I g at at him with determination written across my face. For a moment there is a stand off between us before Legolas finally sighs and rolls his eyes over dramatically.
“As you wish King of Gondor, but you forget that I came here for your company, that which I have long missed in yabseabsence from the elven cities. So any enforced restrictions concerning my stay will be of little matter if I have only your company.” Legolas smiles fondly at me and I cannot help but blush profusely at his generous praise of my company. “Well come, you shall be late for your own feast. I should very much like for you to introduce me to your children, as I have already been informed by Elrond that you have met Arionetta.” We begin a slow walk back towards the palace and I feel myself comforted by the occasional brush of Legolas arm against mine as we walk side by side.
“Aye, Arionetta is beautiful like her father.” I glance up knowingly at Legolas who smiles proudly and nods in understanding. We fall into silence for the remaining walk back to the palace. While my mind is still troubled by the events that will come over the next week I am soothed by the presents of the elder elf beside me. Legolas is everything I want and more, yet he deserves so much more than what I or anyone else can give him and it pains me to know that he shall never be mine.
TBC……………………………