Late Night Confessions

Late Night Confessions

Late Night Confessions
Aralynn Evenstar
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Ok, perhaps I don’t own them. YOU DON’T HAVE TO RUB IT IN! ::Sobs uncontrollably::
Summary: Battle of Helm’s Deep…it’s kinda rushed. I had huge writer’s block. But don’t worry, I already have everything else planned out and the writer’s block is gone! Look for the next chapter within the week! YAY!

 
Chapter 4 – The Denial of Isildur’s Heir

The entirety of the Helm was quite. The "soldiers" and elf warriors spoke nothing but silent prayers to the gods. Ever so often, a flash of lightening would lick the sky and illuminate the rolling plains that surrounded the Deeping wall. And each time, the hoards of orcs marching toward them were visible to the group.
Legolas stood next to Gimli, the only friend in sight. Aragorn had chosen a post further away, away from him. The man was mad, the elf understood that…he didn’t, however, understand why. Didn’t his Estel love him as much as he vowed he did? If so, then why was he so upset? How could you become angered with someone for loving you…loving you enough that they never want to loose you?
‘How could I be so stupid, to think someone so strong and proud would ever love someone like me? I am an idiot…how could ANYONE love me?’
A stinging sensation in his eyes caused a wave of panic to rip its way down his spine. What was this feeling? His eyes felt…wet. He blinked rapidly and a single teardrop spilt from his eye and slid down the side of his face. He reached up and wiped it away. It sparkled on his fingertip and he stared at it in awe. Never in his almost three thousand years of life had he ever cried like this. It was salty…elf tears aren’t supposed to feel…salty. It stung every surface it touched…this feeling was new. And he already hated it…but it felt so good to release the tension.
(AN: Ok, so I said earlier that when Legolas thought Aragorn was dead…he cried. But he didn’t really cry, it was this thing I made up…that elves do. They just cry water; unlike men who have salty tears…make sense? I hope so, sorry for the confusion!)
Soon it started to rain. And the sound was deafening as large droplets fell upon knives, swords, armor, shields, and carts of ladders being pulled by Middle Earth’s most hideous creatures. It was the sound of extensive hate. If it was possible, it broke his heart even more.
Legolas stared on; salty tears rolled down his cheeks and were united with the raindrops. And hoping no one would see gave him the incentive to let them flow freely. He cried for his own fate, for the fate of his friends, the fate of Middle Earth, for for the fate of his love…his Estel.
‘Do not think about it…you must fight. This is how it must be.’
Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder that spun him around and wrapped him in familiar arms. Then there was a low, rough voice that danced laps around his ear. And Legolas melted, no, not melted, fell off the wall of Helm’s Deep…fell in love again.
"Im mîl le…Nínim. Can le gohena nin?" (I am sorry…Snowdrop. Can you forgive me? Couldn’t find the word for can…deal with it!)
Legolas nodded his head eagerly and buried his face into Aragorn’s strong neck. And the latter smelt so beautiful…of leather and musk. It was almost perfect to his elven nose.
Slowly, Aragorn pulled him away and slowly took his face into his hands. The elf sighed as he wiped tearstains away.
"Oh Estel…I was afraid you wouldn’t speak to me again!"
"Nínim! How could you ever think such a thing? I love you with all of my mortal being and would rather die than part from you."
With a squeal of delight, Legolas wrapped his arms around his Estel’s neck and pulled him into a passionate lip lock.
And then Legolas blinked…and the arms disappeared, the warmth was gone, the feel of lips abandoned his own, and the only sight before him was the disgusting hoard of orcs.
"It was all a day dream! My Estel still hasn’t forgiven me! Oh how I wish I could just jump off this wall and be put out of my misery."
"Please, elf, speak to yourself…" Gimli stared up and smiled.
Legolas tried a weak smile, but to no avail as the heart ache and rain were killing his spirit.

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"Dear elf, you’re deeply in love with this man…are you not?" A man in the group…a very young man that was cleanly shaved and fair skinned interrupted.
"Yes."
"Then why are you sitting here?"
The ageless lips parted and soft eyes looked away. "That, my friend is a whole different story."
"We’d love ta hear it, Master Legolas, if ye be wantin’ to tell it." No words that Legolas could speak could quench the bartender’s thirst for his love life. The man was very easy to like…and that is what helped him continue the story.
"I would love to tell you all…and I will."

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The battle of the Helm was excruciating. So many brave elves fell to the icy depths of death. All fighting a battle only hope told them they could win. And it was apparent that what ever hope was present diminished with the breaching of the deeping wall.
A parting in the orcs caught Aragorn’s attention. ‘What are they up to now?’
His confusion grew as a sparking torch bound its way through the crowd. Carrying it, a randomly chosen orc to become a martyr for his cause.
And then it became clear…they were to blow the wall.
A sheer rush of panic coursed through his veins. He scanned the area, searching for help of some kind when his eyes landed on a blonde beauty, hair and fair skin shimmering with every flash of lightening or whiz of a flaming arrow…"Legolas!" He breathed a sigh of relief. The Prince of Mirkwood was the best archer in the elven realm. If anyone could bring down the torch bearing orc, it was him.
"Legolas!" He screamed and waved his arms, trying to get the elf’s attention.
Chocolate eyes gazed up, curious, then fell upon the form of the frantic man. He would have smiled if it not been for Aragorn trashing his arms wildly and pointing.
He turned his gaze in the direction of his beloved’s stare. The orc was moving slowly, almosiumpiumphantly, as his fellow on lookers cheered him forth. It only took Legolas a few seconds to realize what it was going to do. He then turned his head back to Aragorn.
The man nodded. "Togo hon dad, Legolas!" (Bring him down, Legolas!)
Quickly the archer spun around, notched an arrow, and let it fly. The sharp tip plunged itself deep in the shoulder of the running orc. The creature hesitated for a moment, then continued its pace, faster than before.
"NO! Dago hon! Dago hon!" (Kill him! Kill him!) Aragorn’s very words pierced through the fighting and encircled the elf. He notched another arrow and hit it again. The orc stumbled once more, but didn’t hesitate as it leapt forward.
Legolas looked over to Estel, an apologetic look in both of their eyes. It seemed moments they held their gaze, voicing silent apologies, but others would have argued it was less than a second. Then with great force, the wall lifted off its foundation and crumbled in mid air. Elves and men alike were thrown hundreds of feet in the air, screaming and flailing until they plummeted to their deaths on the ground and the spears of the orcs.
The two lovers were both lifted in the air only a few feet, never breaking eye contact, then hurled to the ground.
The initial shock of hitting the dirt rendered the two momentarily unconscious. The trampling of feet behind him hurled Legolas to his feet.gorngorn was still motionless.
Quickly, the elf grabbed his bow and brought down a great number of the beasts running toward them. He then ran the few hundred yards to his fallen companion, scooped him up in his arms, and then pulled him to his feet.
"Eria, Aragorn. Le garo maetha! An Rohan…anim…" (Get up, Aragorn. You have to fight! For Rohan…for me.)
The disoriented ranger stared up into his eyes, all hope and bravery lost in their steely depths. A stinging pain rain through the elf’s heart. Too much death, even for such a strong man.
"Ai, Estel…return to me, mellon nîn." Legolas wiped a tear from the rough stubble. Aragorn cleaned a smudge of dirt that marred the cheekbone of the immortal’s skin. Legolas then turned to the host of beasts that reached the distance to the lovers. He plugged a few with arrows and then drew his swords. He slaughtered a few more before he looked back.
He was greeted with a smile as Estel finished cutting the throat of an enemy. Aragorn simply nodded at him, evidence that the tenderness they just shared raised his spirits was shining in his eyes. "Watch behind you…" He shouted.
Legolas quickly turned and went back to action.
The night continued and soon the few orcs had turned into hundreds and hundreds to thousands. They couldn’t last much longer against the vile army, even if they were warriors of mnd end elves. The only other option was to pull back. So their pride shattered, they retreated to the strong walls of the keep.
Men used large beams to secure the doors.
"Hurry! More beams! They’re breaking through!" One of the king’s men shouted.
"WE HAVE NO BEAMS LEFT!" Came a voice from the storage room.
"There is no hope…they will come in and we will all be destroyed. Rohan will fall. The blood of my people in vain…all of it in vain." Théoden stared out at the dark sky. Small-lighted figures danced about in the courtyard and through the seeping gap of the deeping wall.
"There is still hope! You said they would never break in if your men defended it. They’re still defending it! They’ve died defending it!" Legolas screamed at the unresponsive king.
Aragorn placed a hand on the fragile shoulder.
"When the sun rises, it will be a new beginning! We will have to find strength to defend the women and children! But until then we have to keep the doors barred! If you loose hope, there will be no dawn for men. And the kingdom you’ve kept in order for so long will belong to Sauron and Saruman. Is that how you want to be remembered?" Even in the after math of a battle, Aragorn’s stance, voice, eyes screamed of that of a king’s…he looked so proud.
Théoden turned sharply toward man and elf. "No! Lord Aragorn, what would you do in my position? Do you think YOU would be so brave as to fight the battle yourself? Would you have the courage to continue after all of your men have fallen and their blood is spilt into the dirt? What can one man do against such reckless hate?"
"I would never give up hope…I WOULD FIGHT!"
"Then let us fight! We could ride out…meet them head on!" Legolas suggested.
"Yes…for death and glory!"
"For Rohan…for your people!" The elven voice declared.
"For ROHAN!" The older king lifted the spear in the air and was applauded by tired voices.
"Look! The sun is rising!" Gamling pointed to a pink glow from the hills.
"Yes!" Gimli’s gruff voice came from behind them.
Théoden’s eyes scanned man, elf, and dwarf. "Let this be the hour we draw swords together. Fell deed awake! Now for wrath! Now for ruin! And a red dawn!"

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"King Théoden, Aragorn, Gimli, the king’s men, and myself mounted our horses and fled the doors just as they were breaking. The strength and will I saw in their eyes was enough motivation to slaughter. And we did. And when the sun rose, Gandalf and Éomer greeted us at the first light of dawn with over two thousand men. Victory was ours. But the most memorable moment of our revolve was when the first sun rays hit Estel and his golden skin was glowing, his hair shining, his eyes gleaming with pride. If it’s believable, I was mon lon love with him then than I’d ever been."
"You are very brave, Master Legolas. I have heard the stories of the Battle of the Helm, but to hear it from someone who fought in it…that is a different story." The young man spoke softly and lowered his eyes to the floor. To the elf, it looked as if all the man had believed was shattered and replaced by harsh words of truth.
"Yes, well, it’s not a pleasant story. I’m afraid mine doesn’t have a happy ending."
"After all you’ve been through, it should. You deserve it."
As sad and pathetic as the mortal sounded, Legolas almost didn’t have the heart to tell him the end of the story. This man had obviously never been in love and he didn’t want to ruin it.
"There is a few more hours until dawn…I will only need one to finish my story."
He sighed. It was now or never.

 
A/N: How could Legolas’ story be so sad? Is it his fault or someone else’s? UH OH! YOU BETTER KEEP READING! ‘Cause you won’t wanna miss the next angsty chapter! YAY! ANGST!

Anyway, I want to thank all of my loyal reviewers that made all this possible. You guys rock…even with writer’s block you gave me the initiative to continue. YOU ROCK!

Letta: Thank you! I try…and I love Leggy angst too! I hope you like this chapter!
VaniaHepskins: Since you insisted…HERE’S ANOTHER CHAPTER!
Crazed: You should really read the books…they’re fantastic. Tolkien was truly a genius. As for getting what you want, I hope you keep reading. You may get what you want and then some…>: D
I-luv-zell-dincht (joeys_arisa89@hotmail.com): Yes, A/L are cute and are the best! And ::blushes:: thanks!
Rinwethiel: Yes, I know that it SEEMS sissyish calling Legolas a flower…but look at it through Aragorn’s eyes. He believes nature is this ancient, beautiful, sacred thing that he is not pure enough to look at. The same goes for Legolas. Since he was raised by elves and ahe hhe has this deep abiding respect for all beautiful things. It is hard for him to comprehend that such a fair, pale, immortal should be out in the midst of battle and even fall in love with such a ragged human. He compares Legolas to the flower because of his awe and respect for him. I was going to compare him to a star but Legolas is from Mirkwood…the woodland elves thrive off vegetation. So I hope this clears some stuff up…because I think Leggy is far from sissy! He’s VERY manly…with nice manly muscles…ANYWAY! Thanks for the compliment!
Legolas19: YAY! I am here to please! So of course I’ll update soon. And of course Legolas and Aragorn were meant to be together.
MoroTheWolfGod: I apologize it wasn’t as fast of an update as you would have hoped for, but at least I never gave up! The next chapter will make up for it, I promise!
Ashen Skies: This chapter didn’t have as MUCH A/L as I wanted it to, but it does have some. Hopefully you’ll stick in there for the next chapter…it should delight you as much as chapter 3 did!
Tamara: Last but not least! Wonderful to hear from you again, my loyal reviewer! Thanks for the compliments! I really appreciate your love for my story! Hope you review again!

I think that’s the last of it! I love the 9 of you! *Hugs hugs*! As for the rest of you that have been reading and not reviewing…
REVIEW PLEASE! I’M ON MY KNEES, BEGGING!
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