The Beauty of Twilight
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Not a Dream
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The following evening, Legolas was once again roaming the forest that was his home. However this time, he was not alone. The elf maiden, Aarien, walked with him, for she was a great friend of Legolas and he ed hed her counsel often. She was rather young (only 1,832 years of age, scarcely reaching adulthood), yet she was still highly respected by her people. It was said that she was like the Lady Galadriel in her wisdom anautyauty. She had grown in the great forest of Mirkwood along side Legolas, and was one of the first to relocate to the woods of Ithilien with her friend. It is rumored that she had the gift of foresight, but there is yet to be any records confirming this.
The two walked along together silently the forest, listening to the ever constant sound of the water falls in the distance, for there were many falls in the wood of Ithilien. Aarien cast a side-long glance in the direction of her friend, and noticed that his eyes were lost in some sort of dream, and that his mind was elsewhere.
“What is that distracts you so, my friend?” She noticed how the blue eyes dilated as his mind resumed back inside himself. He blinked a number of times, and then averted his gaze to meet hers. He halted in his steps, as did the elf maiden.
“There is nothing that distracts me, Lady Aarien.” He looked down at her with a solemn look. With a small smile, she replied,
“Ah, my friend. You forget. I know you well. Your mind has been distant of late. I sense a great conflict stirring inside you. Will you not tell your oldest of friends what it is that troubles you?” For a moment, he thought of telling her. He knew she would not look down on him. She was far too noble to show contempt for a friend, yet he was not quite sure it was the right time for him to divulge his emotions yet, to anyone. Taking a deep breath, he answered his friend,
“No, Aarien. I’m afraid that I cannot yet reveal my conflict. Understand, it is not that I do not trust you, it is just that I am still not sure of my feelings and how I should deal with them.” The lady, still smiling, bowed her head in respect.
“It is understood my Lord Legolas. In your own time, may you speak of this to me. For now, I bid you take my leave. I wish to return to my quarters.”
“Of course, Aarien. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Legolas watched the elven beauty silently disappear into the mist of twilight, returning to the Ithilien Elves’ dwellings. Perhaps he should have told her. She might have been able to advise him on what course of action to take, yet in his heart, he knew that this was his trouble to deal with alone, and only he would be able to help himself.
The truth was, he had been having impure thoughts. And that was indeed strange for an elf. Ever since the evening before, when he had come upon the man Faramir, he could not get the man out of his mind. At first he just thought of him admirably, yet last night, when the elf had slept, he dreamt that he had walked across the forest to the dwellings of Faramir, crawled into the man’s bed and kissed him. Yes, he had kissed him, and the thought that worried him the most was that he had enjoyed being in a passionate embrace with Faramir. From the moment he had waken from the dream, he had wanted nothing more than to be near the man, touch him, love him, and a great many other things that only those bound by marriage acted upon. Legolas continued to walk through forest, not determining which direction that he was bound to. Eventually, he came upon a small pond, with a soft babbling creak depositing into it from a rock face not six feet high.
The elf knelt by the pool, gazing at his reflection. He silently lifted one of his hands and dipped his fingers into the water, maneuvering them about, causing a ripple to distort his reflection. After a few moments of this, the elf lifted his wet hand out of the water and shook it dry. He watched his reflection become clear as the water resumed its placid state. What the elf did not expect was that there would be a dark figure in the reflection behind him. He immediately leapt up, aggravated by the fact that he did not have his bow or daggers with him. However, there was no need for either. The man, Faramir stood behind him, a bewildered look on his face. Yet it seemed that it was not from fear, but simply from shock upon seeing the elf.
The stunned man and elf said not a word to eachother at first, each remembering their own heated dreams of the other the night before. It was Legolas, who spoke first, hoping to recover and hide the flush of color on cheecheeks,
“It seems that we have the bothersome habit of startling one another, does it not?”
“Yes, yes it does,” the man replied, drawing his hand briefly across his brow. Faramir drew in a shaky sigh. He had not anticipated that the elf would be here, and it caught him terribly off guard. He had, after all, been thinking of the elf just moments before and how much he wanted to be near the elf. Gazing up again, his breath was nearly taken away. The glittering lights from the water reflected onto the elf’s face, causing him to look unearthly beautiful. And there was always that pale glow coming from within him. The dark night caused a white radiance to shine on the elf’s golden hair. Most all elves had the quality of fairness, yet he had not ever seen such beauty radiating from one of this race before in all his life. Finally, the man found the courage to speak,
“I came for a drink of water, for my flask has run out.”
The elf nodded as the man made his way to the edge of the pool and knelt by it, dipping his flask into the water. The elf knelt beside him and noticed that Faramir was not meeting his gaze, and he had the suspicion that it was intentional. He also could not help but notice that the flask was now full, and the water merely bubbled around the spout, yet still the man knelt there. Without warning, Faramir suddenly turned his head so that the two nearly bumped noses, yet neither of them moved. They simply stared into one another’s eyes. Similar to last night’s dream, Faramir once again felt the impulse to touch Legolas’ cheek with his hand. The elf continued to stare back at him, with his smoldering blue eyes. Before Faramir was even sure what he was doing, he lifted one of his hands and grazed it across the elf’s cheek. The elf took a quick intake of breath, yet he did not pull away. In fact, the man couldn’t help but feel the elf actually relax and press his face against his hand. That was all Faramir needed. With one quick motion he leaned into the elf and pressed his lips against him, bringing up his other hand behind the elf’s neck and pulling him closer.
Legolas felt as if his heart would burst as the man kissed him, and he obligingly returned the kiss, slipping his hands up onto the man’s shoulders and then gradually up to the back of his neck, and then down on his shoulders again. Stilininininining the heated kiss, Faramir lowered them both down onto the grassy floor beside the pool and began to kiss along the lining of the elf’s jaw and neck. Faramir could not believe that this was not a dream.
Slightly delirious with passion, the elf murmured into Faramir’s hair,
“Faramir….”
“Hmm?” the man replied in between kisses that were now located around the elf’s pointed ear.
“Your flask……your flask is sinking”. Gripping against Faramir’s back, Legolas watched as flasflask, now filled with water, sank below the pool’s surface.
Before the elf got a chance to hear the man’s reply, he let out a sharp cry that sounded as if he were in pain, though he was far from it. Faramir’s hand had gripped Legolas’ hardened arousal and it sent waves of pleasure to rack through the elf’s body. He hastily gripped the man harder and before he knew what had happened, before he had anticipated that anything like this would ever happen to him, he, Legolas Greenleaf, Lord of the Elves of Ithilien, had fallen in love.
To Be Continue
Yeah, yeah, I know I cut off the good part, but there will be a nice juicy lemon in the next chapter. Promise.
Anyway, yeah, um, I swear that I’m not one of those annoying people who only keep writing if they’re getting reviews but I was kind of hoping for some feedback. I am an aspiring writer and I want to know how I’m doing. Even if you don’t like this story, please feel free to let me know on ways that I can improve. Thanks!
The following evening, Legolas was once again roaming the forest that was his home. However this time, he was not alone. The elf maiden, Aarien, walked with him, for she was a great friend of Legolas and he ed hed her counsel often. She was rather young (only 1,832 years of age, scarcely reaching adulthood), yet she was still highly respected by her people. It was said that she was like the Lady Galadriel in her wisdom anautyauty. She had grown in the great forest of Mirkwood along side Legolas, and was one of the first to relocate to the woods of Ithilien with her friend. It is rumored that she had the gift of foresight, but there is yet to be any records confirming this.
The two walked along together silently the forest, listening to the ever constant sound of the water falls in the distance, for there were many falls in the wood of Ithilien. Aarien cast a side-long glance in the direction of her friend, and noticed that his eyes were lost in some sort of dream, and that his mind was elsewhere.
“What is that distracts you so, my friend?” She noticed how the blue eyes dilated as his mind resumed back inside himself. He blinked a number of times, and then averted his gaze to meet hers. He halted in his steps, as did the elf maiden.
“There is nothing that distracts me, Lady Aarien.” He looked down at her with a solemn look. With a small smile, she replied,
“Ah, my friend. You forget. I know you well. Your mind has been distant of late. I sense a great conflict stirring inside you. Will you not tell your oldest of friends what it is that troubles you?” For a moment, he thought of telling her. He knew she would not look down on him. She was far too noble to show contempt for a friend, yet he was not quite sure it was the right time for him to divulge his emotions yet, to anyone. Taking a deep breath, he answered his friend,
“No, Aarien. I’m afraid that I cannot yet reveal my conflict. Understand, it is not that I do not trust you, it is just that I am still not sure of my feelings and how I should deal with them.” The lady, still smiling, bowed her head in respect.
“It is understood my Lord Legolas. In your own time, may you speak of this to me. For now, I bid you take my leave. I wish to return to my quarters.”
“Of course, Aarien. Good night.”
“Good night.”
Legolas watched the elven beauty silently disappear into the mist of twilight, returning to the Ithilien Elves’ dwellings. Perhaps he should have told her. She might have been able to advise him on what course of action to take, yet in his heart, he knew that this was his trouble to deal with alone, and only he would be able to help himself.
The truth was, he had been having impure thoughts. And that was indeed strange for an elf. Ever since the evening before, when he had come upon the man Faramir, he could not get the man out of his mind. At first he just thought of him admirably, yet last night, when the elf had slept, he dreamt that he had walked across the forest to the dwellings of Faramir, crawled into the man’s bed and kissed him. Yes, he had kissed him, and the thought that worried him the most was that he had enjoyed being in a passionate embrace with Faramir. From the moment he had waken from the dream, he had wanted nothing more than to be near the man, touch him, love him, and a great many other things that only those bound by marriage acted upon. Legolas continued to walk through forest, not determining which direction that he was bound to. Eventually, he came upon a small pond, with a soft babbling creak depositing into it from a rock face not six feet high.
The elf knelt by the pool, gazing at his reflection. He silently lifted one of his hands and dipped his fingers into the water, maneuvering them about, causing a ripple to distort his reflection. After a few moments of this, the elf lifted his wet hand out of the water and shook it dry. He watched his reflection become clear as the water resumed its placid state. What the elf did not expect was that there would be a dark figure in the reflection behind him. He immediately leapt up, aggravated by the fact that he did not have his bow or daggers with him. However, there was no need for either. The man, Faramir stood behind him, a bewildered look on his face. Yet it seemed that it was not from fear, but simply from shock upon seeing the elf.
The stunned man and elf said not a word to eachother at first, each remembering their own heated dreams of the other the night before. It was Legolas, who spoke first, hoping to recover and hide the flush of color on cheecheeks,
“It seems that we have the bothersome habit of startling one another, does it not?”
“Yes, yes it does,” the man replied, drawing his hand briefly across his brow. Faramir drew in a shaky sigh. He had not anticipated that the elf would be here, and it caught him terribly off guard. He had, after all, been thinking of the elf just moments before and how much he wanted to be near the elf. Gazing up again, his breath was nearly taken away. The glittering lights from the water reflected onto the elf’s face, causing him to look unearthly beautiful. And there was always that pale glow coming from within him. The dark night caused a white radiance to shine on the elf’s golden hair. Most all elves had the quality of fairness, yet he had not ever seen such beauty radiating from one of this race before in all his life. Finally, the man found the courage to speak,
“I came for a drink of water, for my flask has run out.”
The elf nodded as the man made his way to the edge of the pool and knelt by it, dipping his flask into the water. The elf knelt beside him and noticed that Faramir was not meeting his gaze, and he had the suspicion that it was intentional. He also could not help but notice that the flask was now full, and the water merely bubbled around the spout, yet still the man knelt there. Without warning, Faramir suddenly turned his head so that the two nearly bumped noses, yet neither of them moved. They simply stared into one another’s eyes. Similar to last night’s dream, Faramir once again felt the impulse to touch Legolas’ cheek with his hand. The elf continued to stare back at him, with his smoldering blue eyes. Before Faramir was even sure what he was doing, he lifted one of his hands and grazed it across the elf’s cheek. The elf took a quick intake of breath, yet he did not pull away. In fact, the man couldn’t help but feel the elf actually relax and press his face against his hand. That was all Faramir needed. With one quick motion he leaned into the elf and pressed his lips against him, bringing up his other hand behind the elf’s neck and pulling him closer.
Legolas felt as if his heart would burst as the man kissed him, and he obligingly returned the kiss, slipping his hands up onto the man’s shoulders and then gradually up to the back of his neck, and then down on his shoulders again. Stilininininining the heated kiss, Faramir lowered them both down onto the grassy floor beside the pool and began to kiss along the lining of the elf’s jaw and neck. Faramir could not believe that this was not a dream.
Slightly delirious with passion, the elf murmured into Faramir’s hair,
“Faramir….”
“Hmm?” the man replied in between kisses that were now located around the elf’s pointed ear.
“Your flask……your flask is sinking”. Gripping against Faramir’s back, Legolas watched as flasflask, now filled with water, sank below the pool’s surface.
Before the elf got a chance to hear the man’s reply, he let out a sharp cry that sounded as if he were in pain, though he was far from it. Faramir’s hand had gripped Legolas’ hardened arousal and it sent waves of pleasure to rack through the elf’s body. He hastily gripped the man harder and before he knew what had happened, before he had anticipated that anything like this would ever happen to him, he, Legolas Greenleaf, Lord of the Elves of Ithilien, had fallen in love.
To Be Continue
Yeah, yeah, I know I cut off the good part, but there will be a nice juicy lemon in the next chapter. Promise.
Anyway, yeah, um, I swear that I’m not one of those annoying people who only keep writing if they’re getting reviews but I was kind of hoping for some feedback. I am an aspiring writer and I want to know how I’m doing. Even if you don’t like this story, please feel free to let me know on ways that I can improve. Thanks!