Blood And Gold
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,845
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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darkness falls
[aragorn]
I have lost him. I have lost sight of his brightness, now we are in the forests. We walked together, through Moria’s darkness…His strength kept me somehow a whole g, wg, while we walked in evil’s shade, at all times to aware of the slight sounds of the moving of the things that the dwarves awoke, when they dared to delve too deeply in the dark places of the earth. Shadow and fire…and I, all the while, sustained, kept whole… nourished…by this vision at my side. Blood and Gold. I am not in love. Not with him. I will not allow myself to fall in love with him…because Galadriel, the witch of the wood, if that is truly what she is, tells us that the fellowship is breaking, so surely, one or more of us must falter and fall, before the end? And I don’t know how I would live, if I gave my heart to him, and he was the one who fell. How would I walk in the world, if, instead of the memory of him when he was vital and strong, I carry with me an image of all his brightness…all his wonder, trampled, and stepped on in the mud? Spilling blood and tarnished gold.
I see Boromir, coming through the trees, as if walking away from nowhere, quickly, his clothing in disarray, his lips trembling and pale still, as if he was in the grip of a fever. And I wondered…I wondered if, perhaps, he and Legolas had shared something that I had not…If they had some secret, the two of them, that I KNEW not. Perhaps, if I would not give my love to him, then he would find it elsewhere. Better he be in Boromirs MORTAL arms, than in the arms of his own people; arms that could only ever bring him further away from me? I had to have him; to possess him. To have him always near. I craved him, like I have craved no other thing in my entire life. It is as though my veins are full of him, and my heart pumps his essence through my body, and my blood is shot through with the golden radiance of him?
I cannot bear to be without him. I ache. I long. I desire. I crave. I will take…
And I come across him, quite suddenly, in the woods. He is pressed back against a tree, his knees spread wide, his clothing in disarray. With a jolt that starts at the base of my neck, and travels through my body like lightning striking, I see that his hand is lost in the folds of his clothing, and that there is blood on the ivory flesh of his stomach. I watch, as his hips slide back and forth, his eyes closed, lashes flickering, his lips parted, a little sweat starting on his nose. He is perfect. He is more than perfect. In this moment, he is MORTAL. He aches. He burns. He DESIRES. And I know then that I must have him again, one way or another, but, this time, not in darkness. This time, I will see the colour in him truly. I will run my fingers through his hair, and I will feel the grind of his body against mine, and I will possess him, wholly and utterly. Legolas Greenleaf will know who he answers to.
‘Legolas….’
I have lost him. I have lost sight of his brightness, now we are in the forests. We walked together, through Moria’s darkness…His strength kept me somehow a whole g, wg, while we walked in evil’s shade, at all times to aware of the slight sounds of the moving of the things that the dwarves awoke, when they dared to delve too deeply in the dark places of the earth. Shadow and fire…and I, all the while, sustained, kept whole… nourished…by this vision at my side. Blood and Gold. I am not in love. Not with him. I will not allow myself to fall in love with him…because Galadriel, the witch of the wood, if that is truly what she is, tells us that the fellowship is breaking, so surely, one or more of us must falter and fall, before the end? And I don’t know how I would live, if I gave my heart to him, and he was the one who fell. How would I walk in the world, if, instead of the memory of him when he was vital and strong, I carry with me an image of all his brightness…all his wonder, trampled, and stepped on in the mud? Spilling blood and tarnished gold.
I see Boromir, coming through the trees, as if walking away from nowhere, quickly, his clothing in disarray, his lips trembling and pale still, as if he was in the grip of a fever. And I wondered…I wondered if, perhaps, he and Legolas had shared something that I had not…If they had some secret, the two of them, that I KNEW not. Perhaps, if I would not give my love to him, then he would find it elsewhere. Better he be in Boromirs MORTAL arms, than in the arms of his own people; arms that could only ever bring him further away from me? I had to have him; to possess him. To have him always near. I craved him, like I have craved no other thing in my entire life. It is as though my veins are full of him, and my heart pumps his essence through my body, and my blood is shot through with the golden radiance of him?
I cannot bear to be without him. I ache. I long. I desire. I crave. I will take…
And I come across him, quite suddenly, in the woods. He is pressed back against a tree, his knees spread wide, his clothing in disarray. With a jolt that starts at the base of my neck, and travels through my body like lightning striking, I see that his hand is lost in the folds of his clothing, and that there is blood on the ivory flesh of his stomach. I watch, as his hips slide back and forth, his eyes closed, lashes flickering, his lips parted, a little sweat starting on his nose. He is perfect. He is more than perfect. In this moment, he is MORTAL. He aches. He burns. He DESIRES. And I know then that I must have him again, one way or another, but, this time, not in darkness. This time, I will see the colour in him truly. I will run my fingers through his hair, and I will feel the grind of his body against mine, and I will possess him, wholly and utterly. Legolas Greenleaf will know who he answers to.
‘Legolas….’