Beyond Borders
Father?
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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.
in italics for this chapter. Just so
you know. For anyone who is reading Maniacal Laughter, I promise I’m not
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.
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…
his shoulder in shock. “Legolas…” The blonde Elf shook his head and buried his
face against his face.
“Please… not –”
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.
a distraction,” Aragorn took a step towards the door but was stopped by a hand
on his chest.
else… distracting?” Blue eyes gazed up at him and a confident smile played
across her lips. Aragorn swallowed, finding his throat suddenly too dry.
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.
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.
hide in your words?” he asked. Etine smiled and headed for the door.
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.
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.
*Thank you, my Queen*” she whispered and turned on her heel, her blonde hair
falling from its bun slightly.< <
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.
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. He was such a brilliant child, always
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.
he ran a finger over the rough scrawl and smiled. “Father,” he whispered and
read.
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.
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.
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.
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. style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:FR'>“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
*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.
FR'>“Chie ellei nin ckan eun aduer, valde ni oten ind chie auntoe.
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.
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:
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:
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.