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Chapters:
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Chapter 14
To battle I shall go with my peers. If I cannot protect my
kingdom by taking my rightful place upon the throne then I shall die trying to
protect it upon the battlefield instead. It has been months now since we first
arrived in Rohan and more still since I lost my heart to an elf. Legolas shows
me no more compassion than he does those others around him with the exception
of Elrond. His time apart from us in dreamless slumber has changed him. Gone is
the innocents of youth I once saw in his features and actions, now only remains
the hard exterior of a warrior, battle weary and proud. He looks more and more
like Glorfindel as the days pass and his temper more and more like his fathers.
I ride out at dusk to join Faramir at the front, while Legolas will ride back
towards Mirkwood. He to his duty and I to mine. Legolas is his father’s last
remaining heir, his brothers lost in an orc ambush during a hunting party only
weeks ago. A messenger from Mirkwood arrived yesterday morn with the news,
Thranduil begging his son’s immediate return and forgiveness for his hasty
actions in Rivendell. I along with many had thought he would not accept as
easily as he did but less we forget that an elf like Legolas will always be
bound to the duty of his people first no matter what his personal life
dictates.
I sigh heavily consciously tightening the armour plates on
my forearms the leather straps providing a satisfying feeling of safety despite
my thoughts. Thi not not the first battle I have seen and I wonder silently if
it shall be my last. We attack Isengard with every warrior from around the
lands of men. We will be divided by laws and duty to our own lands but united
by the common goal to rid middle earth of the evil, which threatens us. Picking
up my quiver I strap it easily to my back before running my hand protectively
over the hilt of my sword. I fight for Gondor’s freedom and despite everything
I fight for Legolas. A knock at my door
sends my attention from the pearl handle of my sword to the door.
“Come.” My voice is strong with no inclination of the fear I
have in my heart. I expect Elrond or Gimli to enter my room to bid their
farewells but I am shocked as Legolas steps inside. Even now in the face of
death he still manages to take my breath away with his presence. Clad in forest
attire he looks all the world like the beauty I first laid eyes upon in
Rivendell. Onow now a silver band of mitheral rests almost mockingly upon his
head.
“We are riding out earlier than expected, while Faramir can
still provide protection for us as far as the Ent woods.” I swallow hard and
nod understandingly his steely blues eyes never leaving mine.
“You must watch the road and be on your guard. Reports talk
of orcs being as far South as Lorien.” He nods in acceptance of my advice even
though I am sure his concentration will never waver from the task at hand.
There is a silence that falls between us its untold hesitance speaking of
secrets and issues unresolved. Finally Legolas breaks the silence and takes
just a few bold steps closer to me then stops. He is barely a meter from me and
I can see every inch of the creamy skin upon his face.
“You must believe me when I say that I did love you once and
in my heart I still do.” My limp tongue almost chokes me at his sincerity as he
reaches out and places a warm leather clad hand upon my cheek. “But we are
never destined to be together. You have your duty and I have mine. I have lost
many people close to me because of foolishness in love already; I will not risk
losing you as well by following my heart again, even if it means breaking my
own. My father knows not of love as I do but he sees reason that I am blind of.
I must take the path he did and forsake love for duty and reason.” I attempt to
swallow the large lump that I feel forming in my throat. The months I have
spent berating myself over whether he loves me or not is finally resolved by
his heartfelt confession. They were all right from the beginning he loves me. Tears
brim precariously in his eyes as he rubs his thumb tenderly against the stubble
of my cheek. Instinctively I nuzzle into it the longing in my heart for his
touch quelled with one simple gesture. For a moment we remain staring at one
another before everything around us falls into silence and he moves gently in
to place a chaste kiss upon my lips. His warm breath against mine takes all
hope from me at staying my tears and I allow them to roll down my cheek. His
thumb once again brushes the tears from my cheek as he rests his own soft cheek
against mine his mouth inches away from my ear. “When you are king, promise me
you will come and visit Mirkwood.” I can not suppress a small smile and I nod
gently as he pulls away and stares at me warmly. “Be well Estel and do not
falter upon the field of glory. I am giving you up for my own duty I do not
want to lose you in defence of your own.” I nod understandingly and steel
myself as he steps away from me his fingers lightly entangled with the fingers
upon my hand. Time seems to stop as he bows almost to floor with a grace only
possessed by an elf before he rises and smiles the cheeky knowing grin I fell
in love with in Rivendel all those months ago. “Good Bye Aragorn.” In an
instant he is gone his fair features just a memory in my mind as I hear Faramir
and his councillors assembling outside readying for our trek to the front.
Grabbing my cloak I wrap it loosely over my right shoulder
before striding confidently downstairs to join my comrades. In the courtyard I
mount up next to Faramir the tears long since dried upon my cheeks as I survey
the gathered men around us waiting for their leader Faramir to take them to
war. Each face tells of fear but pride and a renewed sense of victory spurs
into my heart. We begin the slow march to the front with Faramir’s war cry and
I take the opportunity to glance back towards the entrance to the palace.
Elrond, Glorfindel, Gimli and Legolas sit upon their horses surrounded by the
few guards that Faramir could spare. They all stare at me with emotionless
faces and I sigh heavily. “Goodbye my prince.” My whisper is caught in the wind
and not even I can hear the sound as it leaves my lips. Turning forward again I
straighten my back in determination. There will be victory, I can feel it in
the air.
THE END………………..
To Be Continued in…… “Gondor’s King”
Feedback is most welcome as is contructive critques. Please feel free to read the next in this trillogy and please remember this is my first tentative steps into the world of Lord of the Rings fan fiction and I'm still getting the hang of it
Thanks for reading.
RIFFRAFF
To battle I shall go with my peers. If I cannot protect my
kingdom by taking my rightful place upon the throne then I shall die trying to
protect it upon the battlefield instead. It has been months now since we first
arrived in Rohan and more still since I lost my heart to an elf. Legolas shows
me no more compassion than he does those others around him with the exception
of Elrond. His time apart from us in dreamless slumber has changed him. Gone is
the innocents of youth I once saw in his features and actions, now only remains
the hard exterior of a warrior, battle weary and proud. He looks more and more
like Glorfindel as the days pass and his temper more and more like his fathers.
I ride out at dusk to join Faramir at the front, while Legolas will ride back
towards Mirkwood. He to his duty and I to mine. Legolas is his father’s last
remaining heir, his brothers lost in an orc ambush during a hunting party only
weeks ago. A messenger from Mirkwood arrived yesterday morn with the news,
Thranduil begging his son’s immediate return and forgiveness for his hasty
actions in Rivendell. I along with many had thought he would not accept as
easily as he did but less we forget that an elf like Legolas will always be
bound to the duty of his people first no matter what his personal life
dictates.
I sigh heavily consciously tightening the armour plates on
my forearms the leather straps providing a satisfying feeling of safety despite
my thoughts. Thi not not the first battle I have seen and I wonder silently if
it shall be my last. We attack Isengard with every warrior from around the
lands of men. We will be divided by laws and duty to our own lands but united
by the common goal to rid middle earth of the evil, which threatens us. Picking
up my quiver I strap it easily to my back before running my hand protectively
over the hilt of my sword. I fight for Gondor’s freedom and despite everything
I fight for Legolas. A knock at my door
sends my attention from the pearl handle of my sword to the door.
“Come.” My voice is strong with no inclination of the fear I
have in my heart. I expect Elrond or Gimli to enter my room to bid their
farewells but I am shocked as Legolas steps inside. Even now in the face of
death he still manages to take my breath away with his presence. Clad in forest
attire he looks all the world like the beauty I first laid eyes upon in
Rivendell. Onow now a silver band of mitheral rests almost mockingly upon his
head.
“We are riding out earlier than expected, while Faramir can
still provide protection for us as far as the Ent woods.” I swallow hard and
nod understandingly his steely blues eyes never leaving mine.
“You must watch the road and be on your guard. Reports talk
of orcs being as far South as Lorien.” He nods in acceptance of my advice even
though I am sure his concentration will never waver from the task at hand.
There is a silence that falls between us its untold hesitance speaking of
secrets and issues unresolved. Finally Legolas breaks the silence and takes
just a few bold steps closer to me then stops. He is barely a meter from me and
I can see every inch of the creamy skin upon his face.
“You must believe me when I say that I did love you once and
in my heart I still do.” My limp tongue almost chokes me at his sincerity as he
reaches out and places a warm leather clad hand upon my cheek. “But we are
never destined to be together. You have your duty and I have mine. I have lost
many people close to me because of foolishness in love already; I will not risk
losing you as well by following my heart again, even if it means breaking my
own. My father knows not of love as I do but he sees reason that I am blind of.
I must take the path he did and forsake love for duty and reason.” I attempt to
swallow the large lump that I feel forming in my throat. The months I have
spent berating myself over whether he loves me or not is finally resolved by
his heartfelt confession. They were all right from the beginning he loves me. Tears
brim precariously in his eyes as he rubs his thumb tenderly against the stubble
of my cheek. Instinctively I nuzzle into it the longing in my heart for his
touch quelled with one simple gesture. For a moment we remain staring at one
another before everything around us falls into silence and he moves gently in
to place a chaste kiss upon my lips. His warm breath against mine takes all
hope from me at staying my tears and I allow them to roll down my cheek. His
thumb once again brushes the tears from my cheek as he rests his own soft cheek
against mine his mouth inches away from my ear. “When you are king, promise me
you will come and visit Mirkwood.” I can not suppress a small smile and I nod
gently as he pulls away and stares at me warmly. “Be well Estel and do not
falter upon the field of glory. I am giving you up for my own duty I do not
want to lose you in defence of your own.” I nod understandingly and steel
myself as he steps away from me his fingers lightly entangled with the fingers
upon my hand. Time seems to stop as he bows almost to floor with a grace only
possessed by an elf before he rises and smiles the cheeky knowing grin I fell
in love with in Rivendel all those months ago. “Good Bye Aragorn.” In an
instant he is gone his fair features just a memory in my mind as I hear Faramir
and his councillors assembling outside readying for our trek to the front.
Grabbing my cloak I wrap it loosely over my right shoulder
before striding confidently downstairs to join my comrades. In the courtyard I
mount up next to Faramir the tears long since dried upon my cheeks as I survey
the gathered men around us waiting for their leader Faramir to take them to
war. Each face tells of fear but pride and a renewed sense of victory spurs
into my heart. We begin the slow march to the front with Faramir’s war cry and
I take the opportunity to glance back towards the entrance to the palace.
Elrond, Glorfindel, Gimli and Legolas sit upon their horses surrounded by the
few guards that Faramir could spare. They all stare at me with emotionless
faces and I sigh heavily. “Goodbye my prince.” My whisper is caught in the wind
and not even I can hear the sound as it leaves my lips. Turning forward again I
straighten my back in determination. There will be victory, I can feel it in
the air.
THE END………………..
To Be Continued in…… “Gondor’s King”
Feedback is most welcome as is contructive critques. Please feel free to read the next in this trillogy and please remember this is my first tentative steps into the world of Lord of the Rings fan fiction and I'm still getting the hang of it
Thanks for reading.
RIFFRAFF