Beyond Borders
Father?
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Beyond
Borders
Summary:
Gondor rules over all of Middle Earth save for one large forest in the
North-Western area, Mirkwood. As he tried to unravel its mysteries he comes
across a strange discovery, about himself and the world around him. What
happens when he meets the Commander of the Elleselsian army? Read and find out.
A/L and many other pairings.
Any
dream bits will be in italics for
this chapter. Just so you know.
Laughter, I promise I’m not stoppin but but I’m having severe writer’s block
and I can’t seem to make Legolas do what I want, so it’ll be a week at least
before I get it up maybe more, maybe less, depends when Legolas decides to
listen to me. *cries* sorry. Please make sure you read
the end of this, especially if you’re a ‘Maniacal Laughter’ fan. Thanks so
much.
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It
was halfway through their breakfast and Aragorn was becoming more and more
uncomfortable. Etine and Legolas kept talking quickly in the Elleselsian tongue
and would occasionally shoot a glance his way. After their plates were cleared,
Aragorn stood as Etine left the chamber, followed by the rest of the noble men
and women. He was ready to head for the door when a cool hand settled upon his
wrist. “Not go,” a small voice whispered and a thin frame pressed against his
back…
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Aragorn looked back over his shoulder in shock. “Legolas…”
The blonde Elf shook his head and buried his face against his face.
“Not go,” he whispered. “Please… not –”
“Legolasion, Irhanion ikana eun monome tioun chie. *Legolas,
Irhan wishes to speak with you.*” Legolas nodded and stepped around Aragorn and
out of the door. Etine smiled from beside a large planted flower. “I hope he
does not bother you,” she said, her tongue stumbling over the unfamiliar words.
“Nay, I do not find him a distraction,” Aragorn took a step
towards the door but was stopped by a hand on his chest.
“Do you find something else… distracting?” Blue eyes gazed
up at him and a confident smile played across her lips. Aragorn swallowed, finding
his throat suddenly too dry.
“I would not call you anything of that nature, my Queen. Do
you think so shallow of my intensions?” Etine smiled and stepped back, allowing
the man some room to breathe.
“You are an intelligent man, and I can recognize a touch of
your father in you… yes, it is no wonder Legolas is infatuated with you,”
Aragorn looked at her, puzzled.
“What riddles do you hide in your words?” he asked. Etine
smiled and headed for the door.
“Do you not wonder how your father disappeared? Or how it is
I know your language? Many questions have been withheld from you. I think it is
time I answered them.” She passed through the large golden door, Aragorn
following her closely.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Etine lead him through the vast hallways, until they reached
a small black marble door. “Remove your boots,” she commanded, already pulling
off her green slippers. Hesitantly, Aragorn removed his boots and allowed a
servant to take them from him. The young girl, draped in a soft yellow gown
that was almost transparent, scurried over to her Queen and took her slippers
as well. “I’niteay, Ochealle. No biea en sil Irhan. *Thank you, Ochealle. Your
father is with Irhan.*” The girl bowed, her green eyes shinning.
“I’niteay, nan Ondonae. *Thank you, my Queen*” she whispered
and turned on her heel, her blonde hair falling from its bun slightly.<
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“Shall we?” Etine asked, motioning to the locked door. At
Aragorn’s questioning stare she produced a small emerald vile from her
necklace, what Aragorn had thought was a jewel, and opened the bronze top. The
sweet scent of vanilla and lavender filled the air and she poured two small
droplets of blood red liquid on the door. The black marble shifted and pulled
itself apart until it was a melted mass against the walls beside it. Grabbing
the nearest torch from the wall, Etine bowed her head and walked down the
stairway beyond the darkness, a reluctant Aragorn following close to her back.
They reached the bottom of the stairs in five minutes, the
air already cold in the windowless room. Etine left Aragorn in the dark chamber
while she scuttled around its perimeter, lighting a series of twenty eight
torches along the walls. Aragorn’s eyes widened as the room lit up. A stone
table sat in the middle of the room, covered in parchments and small treasures.
A pillar stood next to Etine and Aragorn noticed she looked completely
unaffected by his wonder. “This is where our people came when they skies
darkened with winged beasts and soldiers spilled blood along the roads. This is
where they could not enter… this is the home of the Valar.” Her eyes glazed
over and she pulled off her crown, setting it on the tall stone pillar. “Do not
be afraid, son of Arathorn. None will harm you here.” She smiled and walked
passed him to the opposite wall. It was your father who made this,” she said as
she ran her fingers over a carving in the stone wall. “When we were trapped, he
carved this. He left you everything.” Aragorn looked at the drawing, puzzled.
The swirls and lines shaped into a rendition of a young boy, not much older
than twenty, smiling brilliantly. “This was Legolas, the way your father saw
him, before he was commander… before he became the man he is now.
smiling, always having something to laugh about. If I had known what effects
war would have on his soul, I would not have accepted his oath.” Etine smiled
and ran her hand longing down the picture’s cheek. “They hid here, during the
first war. Arathorn had stayed after he tried to win my allegiance,” she laughed.
“He threatened that his people would not allow me to stay my distance for
long,” she paused. “Then he met Legolas Margarsion, most likely the finest of
our kind… his father was the commander of my flight unit, and as such, left
Legolas in line for his command once he was older. They fell in love and it was
enough to persuade Arathorn to stay. But his people grew restless, waiting his
return. They sent the Nine and ten thousand foot soldiers to attack, which they
did a great deal of. Nobles and anyone else we could fit hid here while all men
and women in my command died. Arathorn promised Legolas they would stay
together always, no matter what trials they faced. I begged them not to leave
this chamber, but both being young and impulsive, climbed the stairs and opened
the gate, your father hoping his men would leave once they saw him. As they
emerged, I could hear shouting… most I could not understand as your father had
not finished teaching me. A scream was heard, followed by a clatter, and booted
feet left the palace. I went to see… and Legolas… he was crying over Arathorn’s
corpse. They had tried to kill him, but your father got in the way and a clumsy
young man stabbed him instead. That was when Legolas gave me his oath. He would
not leave my service until he could ease the pain of his lover’s passing. I
only regret letting him make that oath. He has lost his youth, Aragorn. The
young bundle of joy I once knew is gone.” Etine stopped speaking and looked to
Aragorn whose eyes had filled with tears. “I see so much of him in you… so many
similarities. Yes, it is no wonder Legolas looks to you as he did your father.”
She slowly walked to the table and picked up a small piece of parchment. “This
is for you… and this,” she held up a golden sheath with a hilt encrusted with
rubies protruding from the top. “Enyara, the light of the Elleselsian Guard.
Legolas passed it to your father, and he wished it be given to you.” Aragorn
nodded and took the sword and letter. He turned to head back to his chamber
when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Do not allow your heart to linger in
unhappy memories or doubts. Free yourself and you shall find what He wished you
to.” The man ran up the stairs, slid on his boots and hurried to his room,
shutting the door tightly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Opening the parchment, he ran a finger over the rough scrawl
and smiled. “Father,” he whispered and read.
My dear boy,
I do not know when you
shall find this, or if. But mayhap there shall be no need. I long to see your
face as you grow, to hold you on my knee, but as I hold another here, I am
unable to visit you. If this letter receives you in good health, when you are
old enough, come to the Elleselsian’s forest. You may not find me easily, but I
hope you do. The land is more lovely then the gardens of Minis Tirith you adore
so.
I can only imagine the
young man you have become. Are you off courting young ladies at masques and
councils? It would not amaze me. Many have said how you are like me in every
way, I only hope it true.
Please find your way
to me. I wish you to know what has kept me here. It is not lack of love for
you, my son, as that is impossible as Eru being greater than the Valar. That is
more you must learn. There are forces greater than Eru. In the time spent here,
I have felt the presence of the Valar, and hold it to my soul. I hope to see
you soon.
Love always,
Your father.
Aragorn smiled and bent his head. “Father, if only you could
see me now,” he whispered. He placed the letter on his bedside table and
allowed the sword to rest on the floor. He pulled off his shirt and, lying
back, fell into an easy sleep, with thoughts of his father fresh in his mind.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He
woke to a soft voice murmuring at his side. “Dar ú chie lotar, nan oudoir?
*Where do you hide, my love?*” Aragorn opened one eye and tried to gaze at the
figure pressed to his chest, but couldn’t. “Chie tev nin sil kiy mitionae tha
no ginoar… nan oudarn mitionae. *You left me with an angel of your blood… my
lovely angel.*” A sob caught in Legolas’ throat and he snuggled into Aragorn’s
body further. “Chie ellei nin ckan eun aduer, valde ni oten
but I cannot let you go.*” Aragorn wrapped an arm around the sobbing Elf’s
shoulders and pulled him closer against his body.
“Do
you weep for him?” Aragorn asked. Legolas nodded against his chest and sniffed.
“Do not shed tears over someone long gone. I would that you not ruin your
lovely face with sorrow.” Aragorn bent his head and hesitantly kissed the pale
lips below him. Pulling back, he saw Legolas smile shyly up at him. “You are
lovely,” he whispered, kissing away the diamond tears that glistened on the
Elf’s porcelain cheeks. “Come, let us rest until the sun rises.” Legolas curled
up to his side, burying his face on Aragorn’s shoulder, one arm thrown over the
man’s stomach. Aragorn wrapped his arms around the Elleselsian and turned his
head to the side, resting his chin on top of Legolas’ golden hair. “Sleep
well,” he murmured and kissed the sun bleached locks, closing his eyes and allowing
sleep to take him.
“Cieda
ouna, nan ikdoir. *Good night, my beloved.*” Legolas smiled as he drifted off
into a light nap, curling himself tighter into Aragorn’s side as if to save
them both from an unseen terror lurking in the shadows.
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writer’s whim? Who knows except for me! Muahaha!
Well,
there’s yet another chapter. I hope it was okay, because I’m not sure if I like
it or not. It was subjected to so much change it turned out nothing like my
original idea for it. Please let me know what you think. Reviews are super cool
and I love them so much.
As
for ‘Maniacal Laughter’, I’m not sure if I want to continue itgolagolas is
being a bitch and he won’t listen to me. It’s depressing. I’m trying to figure
out what to do next ift if my writer’s block doesn’t pass by the end of June, ‘Maniacal
Laughter’ may end up in the recycle bin. I’m really sorry, but it’s starting to
play havoc on my nerves. It’s keeping me up late trying to write and getting me
in trouble at school while I’m trying to brainstorm.
I bet
some people thought I was going to through in some smut here huh? Guess again!
I’m saving it for at least one chapter, if not two. But I promise it will be
well worth the wait. Muahaha! Stick around and please leave a review, even if
it’s just one word! PLEASE!
Luv,
Kiava
Thanks
to:
Gillian:
OMG! Are you serious!? I’ve always wanted to but my brother always teased me
when I wanted to be a princess! He said I should have been a pig. Ah well. I
hope this was soon enough for you. As you know in my before update, I may be canceling
‘Maniacal Laughter’ and I’m really sorry, but it’s just not working anymore. I
will be starting a new one though as I have a HUGE plot bunny that is demanding
to be written.
greenp4lm:
I’m sorry. They were getting in the way so I had to. You like Elrond though? He’s
always so… hardcore. Never reallnciencied him but, to each his own right? Lol,
well I’m glad you like it and I hope this was a little more Legolas/Aragorn for
you.