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3. Council of Elrond
Title: Art of Life
Part: 3/?
Author: Indil (lily@stranger-inside.net)
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Elrohir/Legolas
Warnings: None for now, really, unless angst counts? Mpreg for later.
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: See first part
Summary: Legolas' has a long, hard path to walk to find the true love of his life.
Notes: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed this story, really, you do help me a lot, and to Theresa for betaing. And it makes me glad someone likes my story.
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Still I'm feeling for
A Rose is breathing love in my life
[Art of Life by X-Japan]
[LEGOLAS]
The Hobbit, whom I learned was named Frodo, recovered in the next few days. He looked pale and thin, or at least thinner than his fellows. They were really adorable creatures, if rather mischief-makers. Two of them anyway. Aragorn seemed to have gotten fond of them, and it was not hard to do.
During those days more visitors arrived. To my dismay, I found out there was a delegation of Dwarves among them, and not just any Dwarves, but Glóin in particular. I remembered meeting him when Father sent him and his companions to the dungeons for trespassing into our lands. Greedy little creatures they were. There was also a Mrom rom Minas Tirith, the most important Gondorian city. If what Aragorn told me was right, this Man was the son of the Steward. It made sense, as he was richly dressed and looked quite haughty. However, I had learned {to} not to let first impressions cloud my judgment.
The day after the Hobbit woke up, Lord Elrond gathered his Councilors, the foreigners, and the Hobbit to a secret Council. Much would be discussed there, including my piece of information, which I had already told to him as well as to Aragorn and Mithrandir who were closely involved with the issue. I doubted anyone brought good news, for as we filed into the room where the Council would be held, I noted grim faces on all of us.
As I took my place next to Aragorn, I took a good look at the others. Glóin was accompanied by a younger Dwarf, who resembled him much. I figured out he must be of close kinship. With the Halfling there was another of like kind but he was much older than the young Frodo, and with them was Mithrandir. From Elrond’s household I recognized the Twins, Elladan and Elrohir, as well as Lord Glorfindel and Lord Erestor. And I little apart from the rest; I saw the Man, Boromir.
After the presentations, the discussion didn’t take long to begin. Glóin, the Dwarf began with an account of the strange events that had happened in Erebor. This was the opening Lord Elrond needed to introduce the main affair of the Council: the One Ring.
Much I learned in that meeting. I was told about the foolish Dwarves who had attempted to retake the Mines of Moria, and I believed they were probably dead. I heard the full story of the One Ring, forged by the hand of Sauron himself, only to be taken by the unwise Isildur, and later, by chance, found by a young Hobbit. I learned of the treason of Saruman, and the deteriorating force of Men, who tried to keep the Shadow away from their land. And for my part, I told them about Gollum and his escape.
The Council didn’t end there, however. Though all gave us much to think about, we had no time to do it, as it had to be decided what to do with the Ring. Erestor and Glorfindel suggested hiding it from the Enemy, but Elrond said that would be most unwise, as sooner or later it would be found.
“It seems to me now clear which road we must take. The westward road seems easier. Therefore it must be shunned. It will be watched. Too often Elves have fled that way. Now at last we must take a hard road, a road unforeseen. There lies our hope, if hope it be. To walk into peril—to Mordor. We must send the Ring to the Fire.” Elrond said.
“That would be folly! Don’t you all see? We must wield the Ring against Sauron! It is a mighty gift we have received! Let us use it against his creator!” Boromir cried, apparently shocked by Elrond’s words.
In one thing I wanted to agree with this Man, it would be folly to attempt to go into Mordor to destroy something the Enemy so desperately sought. Not even gathering all the Elves, Dwarves, and Men of Gondor would we be able to defeat his armies. He had not only Orcs and Trolls to his service, but corrupt Men from the East. And there was also Saruman to consider now. Who knew what kind of devilry he was devising?
“Have you not heard what has been said, Boromir?” Aragorn asked. “You cannot use the Ring against him! He made the Ring, and it responds only to his command!”
“And what would a mere Ranger know of these matters?” he replied, standing from his seat as if challengiragoragorn. That angered me greatly. How dare that Man insult the heir to the throne of his people? How dare he insult my beloved?
I stood up from my seat and returned the challenge in the Man’s eyes. “He’s no mere Ranger! He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and heir to the throne of Gondor,” I said.
At least the idiotic Man had the decency to look stunned, and mumbled an apology, before taking his place again. However, I believed Aragorn did not appreciate my intrusion. I felt his eyes looking at me with disapproval. I shrugged and took Aragorn’s hand in mine.
Much more was discussed regarding the issue, but in the end, the young, brave Frodo offered to take the Ring into Mordor. And with him, would go his faithful servant, who, unnoticed by everyone, had crept into the Council. Also, Elrond would choose other companions to go with him, after he had sent scouts to scour the land and bring reports about the Nine Riders. However, I had the feeling that Aragorn would choose or be sent by Elrond to aid Frodo.
[ARAGORN]
I left the Council feeling grimmer than when it started. The destiny of the Ring had been decided. Poor Frodo would have to bear that dreadful burden. I vowed to myself I would do what I could to help Frodo and Sam in this Quest.
Another reason why I wasn’t too happy was that Legolas had carelessly revealed my identity. I was not proud of my heritage, and especially after the story of the Ring had been told in full. It was my ancestor’s fault the Ring had not been destroyed in the War of the Last Alliance. How ironic it must seem that I, his descendant, would approve of the Ring being destroyed.
I had stopped in one of the terraces and leaned on the railing, looking at the beauty of Imladris, when I felt a pair of arms wrapping around me from behind. “You’re not him, Aragorn.” whispered Legolas.
How many times had I heard those words from his beautiful lips? More than I could count. I wondered how he could so easily believe in me when I found it so hard to believe in myself. He, the Twins, Arwen, and Father were the only people in Middle-Earth who really trusted me. And maybe now the Halflings too. However, I was sure Boromir distrusted me, especially after learning who I was. If I couldn’t get one of my people to trust me, how did anyone expect me to claim the throne of Gondor?
I felt Legolas making me turn in his arms, so he could look at me he ehe eye. “Listen to me, son of Arathorn. You are NOT Isildur. You understand his mistakes and you will not repeat them. You are not as weak as he was, or else, you would have taken the Ring from Frodo when you met him in Bree. You are Aragorn, and I love you. I will not have you thinking unworthy thoughts of yourself.”
How to disagree with this stunning being? If he believed enough in me to love me, then maybe he was right. As well as Father. Maybe this Quest will prove to be the one where I would find myself. “Amin mela lle, Legolas,” I whispered, before kissing him gently. “And thank you, for everything,” I added after we had broken apart.
“By the way, Elrond mentioned sending scouts to look for signs of the Riders. I’m sure they would be glad to have our aid, don’t you think? Besides, you saw when the flood took them away, and you and Lord Glorfindel already did some searching,” Legolas suggested.
Yes, that made sense. Besides, it would give me something to do instead of sitting here, waiting for it to simply happen. “Yes, I think you’re right. Should we go and join one of the patrols right now?” I asked, taking Legolas’ hand in mine.
“Yes, I think so, melindo,” he replied, as I led him to where I knew the patrols gathered before leaving.
[ELROHIR]
I don’t know why I hadn’t even considered the possibility of Legolas being sent as the Mirkwood ambassador. Maybe because King Thranduil hadn’t mentioned it. That’s why it had greatly stunned me to see the fair Prince arriving in Imladris. At least I was glad I hadn’t been sent to receive him. Ada probably had something to do with that. Yes, I was shocked, but I was not an Elfling anymore. I wasn’t going to break by seeing Legolas again.
However, I hadn’t been prepared for the revelation of Estel and him being lovers. Another of Ada’s very welcome interventions in my life. My anger was short lived, at seeing that my Twin didn’t know about them either. Maybe it was Estel himself who had kept the relationship a secret, though I wondered why, as I had never told hf myf my involvement with the Prince, and I doubted Legolas had. To him, it was a memory he had put behind.
But not for me. No, I still loved him, like I had five hundred years ago, when he had comforted me at Nana’s departure. Elladan kept telling me I should forget him, that I would only make myself hurt. But my heart would not listen to my Twin’s advice.
Yet, I had known, even then, that Legolas would never see me as more than a friend. He had always made that very clear to me, even when we were lovers. The love he felt for me was that of a friend, maybe even of a brother, but nothing more.
With Estel, it was different. I saw it in his eyes. He looked at him in a way he never had looked at me. And though I sincerely wished for their happiness, it stung me that he would prefer a Man over me. Even if that Man was my foster brother, and I was deeply fond of him.
For that reason, I was truly glad I would leave on the patrols to scout the land for signs of the Nazgûl. How could I know that they planned to do exactly the same?
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Oops, hope I didn’t bore you, but dunno, I felt that an account of the Council of Elrond from Legolas POV would be interesting. And yeah, I’m sort of mixing movie and book stuff. Please, keep reviewing, you fuel my writing. Btw, I think I might be able to post another chapter before college starts consuming my life again.
Part: 3/?
Author: Indil (lily@stranger-inside.net)
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Elrohir/Legolas
Warnings: None for now, really, unless angst counts? Mpreg for later.
Rating: PG-13 to R
Disclaimer: See first part
Summary: Legolas' has a long, hard path to walk to find the true love of his life.
Notes: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed this story, really, you do help me a lot, and to Theresa for betaing. And it makes me glad someone likes my story.
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
Still I'm feeling for
A Rose is breathing love in my life
[Art of Life by X-Japan]
[LEGOLAS]
The Hobbit, whom I learned was named Frodo, recovered in the next few days. He looked pale and thin, or at least thinner than his fellows. They were really adorable creatures, if rather mischief-makers. Two of them anyway. Aragorn seemed to have gotten fond of them, and it was not hard to do.
During those days more visitors arrived. To my dismay, I found out there was a delegation of Dwarves among them, and not just any Dwarves, but Glóin in particular. I remembered meeting him when Father sent him and his companions to the dungeons for trespassing into our lands. Greedy little creatures they were. There was also a Mrom rom Minas Tirith, the most important Gondorian city. If what Aragorn told me was right, this Man was the son of the Steward. It made sense, as he was richly dressed and looked quite haughty. However, I had learned {to} not to let first impressions cloud my judgment.
The day after the Hobbit woke up, Lord Elrond gathered his Councilors, the foreigners, and the Hobbit to a secret Council. Much would be discussed there, including my piece of information, which I had already told to him as well as to Aragorn and Mithrandir who were closely involved with the issue. I doubted anyone brought good news, for as we filed into the room where the Council would be held, I noted grim faces on all of us.
As I took my place next to Aragorn, I took a good look at the others. Glóin was accompanied by a younger Dwarf, who resembled him much. I figured out he must be of close kinship. With the Halfling there was another of like kind but he was much older than the young Frodo, and with them was Mithrandir. From Elrond’s household I recognized the Twins, Elladan and Elrohir, as well as Lord Glorfindel and Lord Erestor. And I little apart from the rest; I saw the Man, Boromir.
After the presentations, the discussion didn’t take long to begin. Glóin, the Dwarf began with an account of the strange events that had happened in Erebor. This was the opening Lord Elrond needed to introduce the main affair of the Council: the One Ring.
Much I learned in that meeting. I was told about the foolish Dwarves who had attempted to retake the Mines of Moria, and I believed they were probably dead. I heard the full story of the One Ring, forged by the hand of Sauron himself, only to be taken by the unwise Isildur, and later, by chance, found by a young Hobbit. I learned of the treason of Saruman, and the deteriorating force of Men, who tried to keep the Shadow away from their land. And for my part, I told them about Gollum and his escape.
The Council didn’t end there, however. Though all gave us much to think about, we had no time to do it, as it had to be decided what to do with the Ring. Erestor and Glorfindel suggested hiding it from the Enemy, but Elrond said that would be most unwise, as sooner or later it would be found.
“It seems to me now clear which road we must take. The westward road seems easier. Therefore it must be shunned. It will be watched. Too often Elves have fled that way. Now at last we must take a hard road, a road unforeseen. There lies our hope, if hope it be. To walk into peril—to Mordor. We must send the Ring to the Fire.” Elrond said.
“That would be folly! Don’t you all see? We must wield the Ring against Sauron! It is a mighty gift we have received! Let us use it against his creator!” Boromir cried, apparently shocked by Elrond’s words.
In one thing I wanted to agree with this Man, it would be folly to attempt to go into Mordor to destroy something the Enemy so desperately sought. Not even gathering all the Elves, Dwarves, and Men of Gondor would we be able to defeat his armies. He had not only Orcs and Trolls to his service, but corrupt Men from the East. And there was also Saruman to consider now. Who knew what kind of devilry he was devising?
“Have you not heard what has been said, Boromir?” Aragorn asked. “You cannot use the Ring against him! He made the Ring, and it responds only to his command!”
“And what would a mere Ranger know of these matters?” he replied, standing from his seat as if challengiragoragorn. That angered me greatly. How dare that Man insult the heir to the throne of his people? How dare he insult my beloved?
I stood up from my seat and returned the challenge in the Man’s eyes. “He’s no mere Ranger! He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and heir to the throne of Gondor,” I said.
At least the idiotic Man had the decency to look stunned, and mumbled an apology, before taking his place again. However, I believed Aragorn did not appreciate my intrusion. I felt his eyes looking at me with disapproval. I shrugged and took Aragorn’s hand in mine.
Much more was discussed regarding the issue, but in the end, the young, brave Frodo offered to take the Ring into Mordor. And with him, would go his faithful servant, who, unnoticed by everyone, had crept into the Council. Also, Elrond would choose other companions to go with him, after he had sent scouts to scour the land and bring reports about the Nine Riders. However, I had the feeling that Aragorn would choose or be sent by Elrond to aid Frodo.
[ARAGORN]
I left the Council feeling grimmer than when it started. The destiny of the Ring had been decided. Poor Frodo would have to bear that dreadful burden. I vowed to myself I would do what I could to help Frodo and Sam in this Quest.
Another reason why I wasn’t too happy was that Legolas had carelessly revealed my identity. I was not proud of my heritage, and especially after the story of the Ring had been told in full. It was my ancestor’s fault the Ring had not been destroyed in the War of the Last Alliance. How ironic it must seem that I, his descendant, would approve of the Ring being destroyed.
I had stopped in one of the terraces and leaned on the railing, looking at the beauty of Imladris, when I felt a pair of arms wrapping around me from behind. “You’re not him, Aragorn.” whispered Legolas.
How many times had I heard those words from his beautiful lips? More than I could count. I wondered how he could so easily believe in me when I found it so hard to believe in myself. He, the Twins, Arwen, and Father were the only people in Middle-Earth who really trusted me. And maybe now the Halflings too. However, I was sure Boromir distrusted me, especially after learning who I was. If I couldn’t get one of my people to trust me, how did anyone expect me to claim the throne of Gondor?
I felt Legolas making me turn in his arms, so he could look at me he ehe eye. “Listen to me, son of Arathorn. You are NOT Isildur. You understand his mistakes and you will not repeat them. You are not as weak as he was, or else, you would have taken the Ring from Frodo when you met him in Bree. You are Aragorn, and I love you. I will not have you thinking unworthy thoughts of yourself.”
How to disagree with this stunning being? If he believed enough in me to love me, then maybe he was right. As well as Father. Maybe this Quest will prove to be the one where I would find myself. “Amin mela lle, Legolas,” I whispered, before kissing him gently. “And thank you, for everything,” I added after we had broken apart.
“By the way, Elrond mentioned sending scouts to look for signs of the Riders. I’m sure they would be glad to have our aid, don’t you think? Besides, you saw when the flood took them away, and you and Lord Glorfindel already did some searching,” Legolas suggested.
Yes, that made sense. Besides, it would give me something to do instead of sitting here, waiting for it to simply happen. “Yes, I think you’re right. Should we go and join one of the patrols right now?” I asked, taking Legolas’ hand in mine.
“Yes, I think so, melindo,” he replied, as I led him to where I knew the patrols gathered before leaving.
[ELROHIR]
I don’t know why I hadn’t even considered the possibility of Legolas being sent as the Mirkwood ambassador. Maybe because King Thranduil hadn’t mentioned it. That’s why it had greatly stunned me to see the fair Prince arriving in Imladris. At least I was glad I hadn’t been sent to receive him. Ada probably had something to do with that. Yes, I was shocked, but I was not an Elfling anymore. I wasn’t going to break by seeing Legolas again.
However, I hadn’t been prepared for the revelation of Estel and him being lovers. Another of Ada’s very welcome interventions in my life. My anger was short lived, at seeing that my Twin didn’t know about them either. Maybe it was Estel himself who had kept the relationship a secret, though I wondered why, as I had never told hf myf my involvement with the Prince, and I doubted Legolas had. To him, it was a memory he had put behind.
But not for me. No, I still loved him, like I had five hundred years ago, when he had comforted me at Nana’s departure. Elladan kept telling me I should forget him, that I would only make myself hurt. But my heart would not listen to my Twin’s advice.
Yet, I had known, even then, that Legolas would never see me as more than a friend. He had always made that very clear to me, even when we were lovers. The love he felt for me was that of a friend, maybe even of a brother, but nothing more.
With Estel, it was different. I saw it in his eyes. He looked at him in a way he never had looked at me. And though I sincerely wished for their happiness, it stung me that he would prefer a Man over me. Even if that Man was my foster brother, and I was deeply fond of him.
For that reason, I was truly glad I would leave on the patrols to scout the land for signs of the Nazgûl. How could I know that they planned to do exactly the same?
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Oops, hope I didn’t bore you, but dunno, I felt that an account of the Council of Elrond from Legolas POV would be interesting. And yeah, I’m sort of mixing movie and book stuff. Please, keep reviewing, you fuel my writing. Btw, I think I might be able to post another chapter before college starts consuming my life again.