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Arrival
Title: Two Hearts
Author: Big Smirk bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Beta: Mel A & Meredith
Pairing: Legolas/Eldarion (Aragorn & Arwen’s son)
Archive: Library of Moria & adult-fanfiction.org
Comments: General plot comes from the challenge posted by Lady Osolone.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien
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Chapter 2 - Arrival
---Aragorn’s Court---
Legolas rode out reluctantly from Rivendell. Elrond had given him the most prized of the gray mares, Melethrien, to ride. She was as white as the moon and well known for her smooth gait and uncanny ability to sense approaching danger. The Lord of Rivendell felt better knowing she would look after him. Though Legolas had never faltered in battle since Aragorn’s wedding, the dread of his destination might create a moment of distraction the Elf could not afford.
All along the trail to Aragorn’s court, the poor horse was confused by the clear verbal instruction to move forward, but the physical reluctance of her rider. In the past, such tenseness meant the presence of a threat. Trusting the Elf’s instincts to warn of danger, she was in quite a nervous state before they had gone very far.
Momentarily coming out of the numb haze that clouded his mind, Legolas looked at the sinking sun and realized he would not make it to the court before nightfall if he did not hurry. With a sick feeling in his stomach, he called Melethrien to a fast gallop for the rest of the way. Melethrien decided that wherever they were going she wanted to get there quickly before the danger, wherever it was, appeared. She sped through the forest.
Ascending the narrow path leading up to the main courtyard, Aragorn, Arwen and a tall young man standing next to them came into view. Legolas felt as if he had hit a wall. The agony of seeing the one he could never have slammed into his chest. The horse, responding again to the even greater stiffening of her rider, shied, nearly unseating the Elf who managed to hold on only through reflex. He softly called the mare to cover the rest of the distance to the court, thankful that they would not be able to hear the pain in his voice as he struggled to compose himself again.
Concern swept across Aragorn’s face as he asked quickly, “Did you encounter trouble on your journey?”
“Nay, all was well,” Legolas said flatly as he dismounted.
Aragorn let the matter drop for the time being as he changed the subject.
“This is our son, Prince Eldarion,” Aragorn said proudly as the tall dark-haired figure standing next to him moved forward a step before halting in uncertainty when he saw the Elf make no move toward him. Eldarion covered the rest of the distance between them with searching eyes. Legolas briefly regarded the young man standing before him. He vaguely noticed the long dark hair and the near similarity in height, himself being a little taller. Then he became aware of the questioning blue eyes reaching out to him.
Legolas dropped his gaze.
“I will see to your horse,” Eldarion said quickly, saving the Elf from further discomfort, before calling to the mare in the Elven tongue as he walked to the stable area.
Eldarion was struck by the depth of the misery within the Elf. He was accustomed to happy faces or faces that soon became so around him, however, Legolas was not as he had expected. As he walked Melethrien around the stable courtyard for a while to cool her down, he pondered the mismatch between the stories he had heard of Legolas with what he had seen arrive that day. Noticing how quickly the horse calmed, he knew that no danger had befallen them on their journey.
The Prince’s eyes stared sightlessly at the ground he walked over while he considered how he could reach Legolas. His own heart had ached at the suffering he had seen. He wondered frantically what had happened to the bright Elf who now seemed tangled in thorns of some misery from which he was unable toe hie himself.
Focusing his attention back on Melethrien, he rubbed her down, combed out her mane and tail, checked her feet and legs, and threw a blanket over her before leaving her with her evening meal in one of the roomy box stalls. She pushed her soft muzzle into his chest before she started eating.
“You’re welcome,” Eldarion chuckled.
---
After Eldarion had led Melethrien away, Legolas followed the others through the ornately carved main door. Set above the door was an intricately carved piece of woodwork depicting a stag poised beside a large tree. Legolas absently noted a small arrow lodged awkwardly in it.
The main door led into a moderately sized hall. Legolas noticed none of the beautiful carvings or tapestries that adorned the arched hall.
“Tell me news of Rivendell,” Aragorn asked as he tried to determine a cause for the Elf’s mood.
“Lord Elrond bids you good tidings. The orcs do not trouble his lands. All is well,” Legolas reported evenly.
Aragorn watched his friend with his eyes and ears and found that the Elf spoke the truth, though he had never known Legolas to conceal anything from him in the past. Aragorn realized then that the trouble lay with the Elf.
As they waited for Eldarion to return from the stables, Aragorn drifted pensively into thought. Arwen filled the silence with tales of her life at the court. She left the stories of the men folk to be told by them later. Legolas’ posture suggested that he was listening politely to her recount; he nodded in all the right places, but she suspected that he heard barely a word as his eyes never left the floor. She stopped talking and let the silence call the Elf’s attention to her. When he finally looked up, she looked questioningly at him. His looked at her momentarily before his gaze flicked involuntarily to Aragorn before returning to the floor again. In that moment, Arwen knew.
---
Dinner was eaten in uncharacteristic silence. Even Eldarion spoke little, choosing instead to gain any information he could by watching and listening. A few words were spoken by each of them, but there was no depth to anything that was said. Legolas never picked up on any of the conversational openings, and he barely touched the food set before him. Eldarion noticed the Elf seem to fade away from them as if lost in some distant land. He felt drawn to the suffering Elf; he wanted to reach out and put his arms around him, but the dinner table was not the place for that.
As they sat in the drawing room after dinner, Eldarion made a valiant effort to cheer Legolas. He leapt around the room, acting out scenes from his earlier days. The Prince made fun of just about everything that had ever happened to him, and he was clever in the way he did it. Aragorn and Arwen laughed until their sides hurt when Eldarion portrayed himself as a proud young boy showing off his new archery skills. They remembered the day when the young Prince had run ahead of Aragorn and proudly called his mother outside to see him let fly one of his arrows after his first archery lesson. As soon as the boy raised his bow, Arwen had dived for the ground. The reason for the arrow lodged in the carving above the main door became apparent to Legolas. Obviously the event had remained dear to their hearts, for the little arrow remained there still.
Eldarion had been unable to reach Legolas through conversation at the dinner table, so he tried to reach him through his play. In that way he was able to tell the Elf about his life and feelings about his world so far without asking for any response from Legolas.
They all noticed that although Legolas did not laugh he watched the entire performance without fading into the lost gaze they had noticed at dinner. As Eldarion concluded his play he dramatically acted out the final scene of begging for something he had obviously asked for recently but had not yet received.
Smiling, Aragorn explained, “Legolas, it seems my son wishes to share his room with you. Are you agreeable to this?”
Legolas managed a polite smile and nod to indicate his agreement. It was the shortest answer. He did not care where he spent the night.
---
Night fell on the court. It had been a big day for everyone. Aragorn and Arwen talked quietly about Legolas for a while. Arwen felt uneasy and suggested that Aragorn look in on the two of them before turning in for the night. Aragorn quietly looked into his son’s room. His son lay sleeping peacefully on the spread out pile of bedding he had arranged on the floor to share with Legolas. His eyes were closed like a human but hands resting on his chest like an Elf. He always smiled at the sight, but the smile faded as he saw the huddled shape of Legolas. The Elf sat with his head drooped on the knees he hugged to his chest as if trying to ward off a chill.
“Legolas...” Aragorn whispered quietly with concern. The forlorn face of the sitting Elf turned in his direction for the briefest of moments before dropping back down in resignation.
“Please go,” came the barely audible reply.
Nothing more was spoken, and Aragorn obeyed the Elf’s wish. It was clear that sleep would not find his friend easily that night, as it now became clear it seldom did.
It was then that Aragorn worried that requesting the Elf’s presence may not have been such a good idea. He had hoped enough time would have passed, but the price of the promise Legolas had made had become shockingly clear. Aragorn had hoped that the Elf’s mood was due to the journey or some problem at Rivendell that he simply did not wish to trouble his friend with, but the truth of the Elf’s pain now hit him squarely in the face. Aragorn returned to his chamber deep in thought. Arwen watched her husband and knew by the look on his face that now he, too, understood.
---
Eldarion had woken when he heard his father speak but had given no sign. After his father had left, the young Prince had seen Legolas sitting miserably beside him. Everything made sense to him then: the loving concern in his father’s voice, the misery in Legolas’.
Legolas had loved Aragorn, but Aragorn had chosen Arwen.
Rising silently, Eldarion knelt beside Legolas. Gently he took the Elf’s hands off his knees and encouraged him to lie down. His effort was met with limp acceptance. Eldarion lay him on his back and placed the hands across Legolas' chest before covering him with the blanket that had lain ignored by the Elf. Legolas' eyes stared blankly, not in sleep, but in some other world. The young Prince lay down and nestled against Legolas’ body. He hoped that in whatever world the Elf drifted, he would at least consider the warmth of a companion as a beacon to guide his return. Despite the lack of response from Legolas, Eldarion was in awe of the Elf’s capacity for love.
A short time later Aragorn returned with Arwen. They peered into the room. Seeing the two lying together, Aragorn was touched by his son’s concern and care. He knew Legolas would still not sleep well, but it was still a nice gesture. Arwen placed a hand on Aragorn’s shoulder as the two retreated quietly. They had agreed to see if there was any change in the Elf after a few days.
TBC
Author: Big Smirk bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Beta: Mel A & Meredith
Pairing: Legolas/Eldarion (Aragorn & Arwen’s son)
Archive: Library of Moria & adult-fanfiction.org
Comments: General plot comes from the challenge posted by Lady Osolone.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien
Feedback: Yesss, we wants it, we wants it!
Chapter 2 - Arrival
---Aragorn’s Court---
Legolas rode out reluctantly from Rivendell. Elrond had given him the most prized of the gray mares, Melethrien, to ride. She was as white as the moon and well known for her smooth gait and uncanny ability to sense approaching danger. The Lord of Rivendell felt better knowing she would look after him. Though Legolas had never faltered in battle since Aragorn’s wedding, the dread of his destination might create a moment of distraction the Elf could not afford.
All along the trail to Aragorn’s court, the poor horse was confused by the clear verbal instruction to move forward, but the physical reluctance of her rider. In the past, such tenseness meant the presence of a threat. Trusting the Elf’s instincts to warn of danger, she was in quite a nervous state before they had gone very far.
Momentarily coming out of the numb haze that clouded his mind, Legolas looked at the sinking sun and realized he would not make it to the court before nightfall if he did not hurry. With a sick feeling in his stomach, he called Melethrien to a fast gallop for the rest of the way. Melethrien decided that wherever they were going she wanted to get there quickly before the danger, wherever it was, appeared. She sped through the forest.
Ascending the narrow path leading up to the main courtyard, Aragorn, Arwen and a tall young man standing next to them came into view. Legolas felt as if he had hit a wall. The agony of seeing the one he could never have slammed into his chest. The horse, responding again to the even greater stiffening of her rider, shied, nearly unseating the Elf who managed to hold on only through reflex. He softly called the mare to cover the rest of the distance to the court, thankful that they would not be able to hear the pain in his voice as he struggled to compose himself again.
Concern swept across Aragorn’s face as he asked quickly, “Did you encounter trouble on your journey?”
“Nay, all was well,” Legolas said flatly as he dismounted.
Aragorn let the matter drop for the time being as he changed the subject.
“This is our son, Prince Eldarion,” Aragorn said proudly as the tall dark-haired figure standing next to him moved forward a step before halting in uncertainty when he saw the Elf make no move toward him. Eldarion covered the rest of the distance between them with searching eyes. Legolas briefly regarded the young man standing before him. He vaguely noticed the long dark hair and the near similarity in height, himself being a little taller. Then he became aware of the questioning blue eyes reaching out to him.
Legolas dropped his gaze.
“I will see to your horse,” Eldarion said quickly, saving the Elf from further discomfort, before calling to the mare in the Elven tongue as he walked to the stable area.
Eldarion was struck by the depth of the misery within the Elf. He was accustomed to happy faces or faces that soon became so around him, however, Legolas was not as he had expected. As he walked Melethrien around the stable courtyard for a while to cool her down, he pondered the mismatch between the stories he had heard of Legolas with what he had seen arrive that day. Noticing how quickly the horse calmed, he knew that no danger had befallen them on their journey.
The Prince’s eyes stared sightlessly at the ground he walked over while he considered how he could reach Legolas. His own heart had ached at the suffering he had seen. He wondered frantically what had happened to the bright Elf who now seemed tangled in thorns of some misery from which he was unable toe hie himself.
Focusing his attention back on Melethrien, he rubbed her down, combed out her mane and tail, checked her feet and legs, and threw a blanket over her before leaving her with her evening meal in one of the roomy box stalls. She pushed her soft muzzle into his chest before she started eating.
“You’re welcome,” Eldarion chuckled.
---
After Eldarion had led Melethrien away, Legolas followed the others through the ornately carved main door. Set above the door was an intricately carved piece of woodwork depicting a stag poised beside a large tree. Legolas absently noted a small arrow lodged awkwardly in it.
The main door led into a moderately sized hall. Legolas noticed none of the beautiful carvings or tapestries that adorned the arched hall.
“Tell me news of Rivendell,” Aragorn asked as he tried to determine a cause for the Elf’s mood.
“Lord Elrond bids you good tidings. The orcs do not trouble his lands. All is well,” Legolas reported evenly.
Aragorn watched his friend with his eyes and ears and found that the Elf spoke the truth, though he had never known Legolas to conceal anything from him in the past. Aragorn realized then that the trouble lay with the Elf.
As they waited for Eldarion to return from the stables, Aragorn drifted pensively into thought. Arwen filled the silence with tales of her life at the court. She left the stories of the men folk to be told by them later. Legolas’ posture suggested that he was listening politely to her recount; he nodded in all the right places, but she suspected that he heard barely a word as his eyes never left the floor. She stopped talking and let the silence call the Elf’s attention to her. When he finally looked up, she looked questioningly at him. His looked at her momentarily before his gaze flicked involuntarily to Aragorn before returning to the floor again. In that moment, Arwen knew.
---
Dinner was eaten in uncharacteristic silence. Even Eldarion spoke little, choosing instead to gain any information he could by watching and listening. A few words were spoken by each of them, but there was no depth to anything that was said. Legolas never picked up on any of the conversational openings, and he barely touched the food set before him. Eldarion noticed the Elf seem to fade away from them as if lost in some distant land. He felt drawn to the suffering Elf; he wanted to reach out and put his arms around him, but the dinner table was not the place for that.
As they sat in the drawing room after dinner, Eldarion made a valiant effort to cheer Legolas. He leapt around the room, acting out scenes from his earlier days. The Prince made fun of just about everything that had ever happened to him, and he was clever in the way he did it. Aragorn and Arwen laughed until their sides hurt when Eldarion portrayed himself as a proud young boy showing off his new archery skills. They remembered the day when the young Prince had run ahead of Aragorn and proudly called his mother outside to see him let fly one of his arrows after his first archery lesson. As soon as the boy raised his bow, Arwen had dived for the ground. The reason for the arrow lodged in the carving above the main door became apparent to Legolas. Obviously the event had remained dear to their hearts, for the little arrow remained there still.
Eldarion had been unable to reach Legolas through conversation at the dinner table, so he tried to reach him through his play. In that way he was able to tell the Elf about his life and feelings about his world so far without asking for any response from Legolas.
They all noticed that although Legolas did not laugh he watched the entire performance without fading into the lost gaze they had noticed at dinner. As Eldarion concluded his play he dramatically acted out the final scene of begging for something he had obviously asked for recently but had not yet received.
Smiling, Aragorn explained, “Legolas, it seems my son wishes to share his room with you. Are you agreeable to this?”
Legolas managed a polite smile and nod to indicate his agreement. It was the shortest answer. He did not care where he spent the night.
---
Night fell on the court. It had been a big day for everyone. Aragorn and Arwen talked quietly about Legolas for a while. Arwen felt uneasy and suggested that Aragorn look in on the two of them before turning in for the night. Aragorn quietly looked into his son’s room. His son lay sleeping peacefully on the spread out pile of bedding he had arranged on the floor to share with Legolas. His eyes were closed like a human but hands resting on his chest like an Elf. He always smiled at the sight, but the smile faded as he saw the huddled shape of Legolas. The Elf sat with his head drooped on the knees he hugged to his chest as if trying to ward off a chill.
“Legolas...” Aragorn whispered quietly with concern. The forlorn face of the sitting Elf turned in his direction for the briefest of moments before dropping back down in resignation.
“Please go,” came the barely audible reply.
Nothing more was spoken, and Aragorn obeyed the Elf’s wish. It was clear that sleep would not find his friend easily that night, as it now became clear it seldom did.
It was then that Aragorn worried that requesting the Elf’s presence may not have been such a good idea. He had hoped enough time would have passed, but the price of the promise Legolas had made had become shockingly clear. Aragorn had hoped that the Elf’s mood was due to the journey or some problem at Rivendell that he simply did not wish to trouble his friend with, but the truth of the Elf’s pain now hit him squarely in the face. Aragorn returned to his chamber deep in thought. Arwen watched her husband and knew by the look on his face that now he, too, understood.
---
Eldarion had woken when he heard his father speak but had given no sign. After his father had left, the young Prince had seen Legolas sitting miserably beside him. Everything made sense to him then: the loving concern in his father’s voice, the misery in Legolas’.
Legolas had loved Aragorn, but Aragorn had chosen Arwen.
Rising silently, Eldarion knelt beside Legolas. Gently he took the Elf’s hands off his knees and encouraged him to lie down. His effort was met with limp acceptance. Eldarion lay him on his back and placed the hands across Legolas' chest before covering him with the blanket that had lain ignored by the Elf. Legolas' eyes stared blankly, not in sleep, but in some other world. The young Prince lay down and nestled against Legolas’ body. He hoped that in whatever world the Elf drifted, he would at least consider the warmth of a companion as a beacon to guide his return. Despite the lack of response from Legolas, Eldarion was in awe of the Elf’s capacity for love.
A short time later Aragorn returned with Arwen. They peered into the room. Seeing the two lying together, Aragorn was touched by his son’s concern and care. He knew Legolas would still not sleep well, but it was still a nice gesture. Arwen placed a hand on Aragorn’s shoulder as the two retreated quietly. They had agreed to see if there was any change in the Elf after a few days.
TBC