Bright Like a Star
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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2,219
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25
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awakenings
Sorry, this chapter is a little shorter than I wanted it. I also want to apologize about my sporadic updates. I am afraid that that pattern will continue....I have a lot going on in my life at the moment that will keep me from updating as often as I would like. Sorry again.
I would like to thank louise_oblique and harui for your reviews. You are both wonderful wonderful people. Thanks also goes to everyone else who has read this and stuck with me so far.
On to the story....
Part 6: Awakenings
A multitude oflinglings swept through Aragorn in that moment. ‘no orc blade,’ but who. His eyes caught the trembling figure of the healer, and a white rage overcame him.
“You,” he hissed. His voice did not shake as he knew he himself was, it was, instead so low and so calm and so very deadly that even Gandalf flinched. “What have you done to him?” The healer said nothing; he simply kept his gaze focused on some invisible point on the ground. “I ask again,” he ground out, his hands itching for his sword, “What have you done to Legolas?” At this, the healer looked up, his eyes black with something that Aragorn could not name.
“Be careful my lord, be very careful.” Suddenly a cloud of smoke enveloped the healer and when it cleared, the man was nowhere to be seen. Aragorn’s anger only increased at this, and he went to find his guards, only to be stopped by a cool hand on his shoulder.
“Not now Aragorn, we must first attend to Legolas.” Gandalf gently placed his hand on the man’s shoulder, before walking to the dais where the elf prince lay.
“Can you heal him Gandalf?” Aragorn asked softly, his voice now soft with barely restrained emotions brought to the fore because of the recent events.
“I think so, it is merely a matter of drawing forth the poison from his system.”
“And his injuries?
“That seems to be one of the advantages of whatever substance he was given. In order for it to be believable, your healer had to have done something to cause his wounds to heal. The potion did nothing to aggravate them; it merely kept him in a coma like state.” Aragorn nodded at this, his eyes raking over the pale form of his lover, and a sense of deep guilt overtook him. He remembered the how only last night he had taken that woman into his arms, he remembered how he had whispered words of love to her; words meant only for the pointed ears of the elf laying before him.
“Oh Legolas,” he whispered, his voice broken with sorrow, “you must come back to me, for I am nothing without your strength.
“Do not fear king of men, he shall awaken soon,” Gandalf soothed, as a white glow issued from his staff to envelop the form of Legolas Thranduilian, Prince of Mirkwood and Prince Consort of Gondor. “Now, come, let us get him back to your rooms, when he wakes up, it would be best for him to be somewhere comfortable and familiar.” Aragorn nodded at the wisdom of those words, and carefully lifted the elf into his arms.
The progress to their rooms was slow. Fear gripped at Aragorn’s heart. He was so afraid to do something to worsen Legolas’ condition, or that he would somehow hurt his lover. Finally, however, they made it to their destination without incident.
“Now go to sleep Aragorn. Keep him in your arms and go to sleep, you need to get your strength back, for you will surely need it.” The king of men saw no point in arguing, and he carefully lay the elf on the bed, before stripping from his own clothes and crawling under the covers, Legolas firmly in his grasp. He was about to fall asleep under the watchful gaze of the Istari, when a thought occurred to him.
“Gandalf, the healer..”
“Worry not my friend, I shall deal with it.” Aragorn passed him a nod of thanks, and soon, he was in a deep sleep. Legolas was in his arms, and for that moment, everything was right in the world.
Aragorn woke a few hours later to the feeling of a soft body pressed to his, and for a moment, fear overtook him. Surely he was not foolish enough to have taken yet another to his bed, but soon his senses came back to him and he smiled softly. Gandalf had said it was best to bring Legolas back to their bed, so that when he awoke, he would at least be in a more familiar setting. He knew, despite the hopeful words that Legolas might not still wake up; that the evils of the potion could have been strong enough to defeat Gandalf in this battle, but still he hoped.
“Come back to me my love,” he whispered softly into the long silken hair of his lover. A sigh slid past his lips as he received no response, and he feared that perhaps Gandalf had been wrong, that he had been wrong to hope, but that thought fled his mind when a soft moan reached his ears.
“Legolas?” his voice was incredulous. Could it be? “Legolas, speak to me.”
“Aragorn?” The words were soft, almost indistinguishable from the whispers of the breeze that flitted softly through the room. Carefully, he shifted their position so that he was looking into to the eyes of his fair lover, and a joy unlike anything he had yet felt in his long life overtook him. There was awareness in the deep cerulean eyes, recognition and…something else.
“What is going on Aragorn, I feel so strange.”
“You were poisoned, my love. You have been asleep a very long time.”
“I…”
“Shh. Aragorn soothed, placing a finger of the petal lips of the elf. “You are still very ill, and you must be careful not to overexert yourself, or you could fall back into a coma.” Legolas nodded, he was too tired to argue the point. All he felt now was a deep need to be held in his mate’s arms until the end of time, for surely, while in the man’s grasp, nothing could happen to him.
~~~~~~~~~
“You failed me,” a dark menacing voice hissed from the shadows.
“It was not..”
“Silence!”
“…The Istari…”
“Silence!” this time, there was no response.
“Your task was a simple one, and you failed me.” Even the shadows seemed to quiver in fear as the voice continued, “You will not fail me again, my precious human.”
“No no no, of course I shall never fail you again. Please tell me what you wish of me, and you will not be disappointed. I am sure I c I can still salvage the situation.” Fear dripped from his voice. Fear that tasted as sweet to the shadow figure as the finest of wines.
“Of coarse.” Suddenly a strange greenish light lit the ally with an eerie glow, and when it faded the only light came from the silvery reflection of the moon as it glistened happily in the expanding puddle of blood now painting the stone with its crimson color. The shadow figure began to laugh ththe the inhuman sound dancing on the wind, playing softly off of the stone walls. Somewhere far off, a baby began to wail, and then, from somewhere else, there was a scream that quickly faded to silence. Now there was nothing but the moon, shining silver in the blood of men.
I would like to thank louise_oblique and harui for your reviews. You are both wonderful wonderful people. Thanks also goes to everyone else who has read this and stuck with me so far.
On to the story....
Part 6: Awakenings
A multitude oflinglings swept through Aragorn in that moment. ‘no orc blade,’ but who. His eyes caught the trembling figure of the healer, and a white rage overcame him.
“You,” he hissed. His voice did not shake as he knew he himself was, it was, instead so low and so calm and so very deadly that even Gandalf flinched. “What have you done to him?” The healer said nothing; he simply kept his gaze focused on some invisible point on the ground. “I ask again,” he ground out, his hands itching for his sword, “What have you done to Legolas?” At this, the healer looked up, his eyes black with something that Aragorn could not name.
“Be careful my lord, be very careful.” Suddenly a cloud of smoke enveloped the healer and when it cleared, the man was nowhere to be seen. Aragorn’s anger only increased at this, and he went to find his guards, only to be stopped by a cool hand on his shoulder.
“Not now Aragorn, we must first attend to Legolas.” Gandalf gently placed his hand on the man’s shoulder, before walking to the dais where the elf prince lay.
“Can you heal him Gandalf?” Aragorn asked softly, his voice now soft with barely restrained emotions brought to the fore because of the recent events.
“I think so, it is merely a matter of drawing forth the poison from his system.”
“And his injuries?
“That seems to be one of the advantages of whatever substance he was given. In order for it to be believable, your healer had to have done something to cause his wounds to heal. The potion did nothing to aggravate them; it merely kept him in a coma like state.” Aragorn nodded at this, his eyes raking over the pale form of his lover, and a sense of deep guilt overtook him. He remembered the how only last night he had taken that woman into his arms, he remembered how he had whispered words of love to her; words meant only for the pointed ears of the elf laying before him.
“Oh Legolas,” he whispered, his voice broken with sorrow, “you must come back to me, for I am nothing without your strength.
“Do not fear king of men, he shall awaken soon,” Gandalf soothed, as a white glow issued from his staff to envelop the form of Legolas Thranduilian, Prince of Mirkwood and Prince Consort of Gondor. “Now, come, let us get him back to your rooms, when he wakes up, it would be best for him to be somewhere comfortable and familiar.” Aragorn nodded at the wisdom of those words, and carefully lifted the elf into his arms.
The progress to their rooms was slow. Fear gripped at Aragorn’s heart. He was so afraid to do something to worsen Legolas’ condition, or that he would somehow hurt his lover. Finally, however, they made it to their destination without incident.
“Now go to sleep Aragorn. Keep him in your arms and go to sleep, you need to get your strength back, for you will surely need it.” The king of men saw no point in arguing, and he carefully lay the elf on the bed, before stripping from his own clothes and crawling under the covers, Legolas firmly in his grasp. He was about to fall asleep under the watchful gaze of the Istari, when a thought occurred to him.
“Gandalf, the healer..”
“Worry not my friend, I shall deal with it.” Aragorn passed him a nod of thanks, and soon, he was in a deep sleep. Legolas was in his arms, and for that moment, everything was right in the world.
Aragorn woke a few hours later to the feeling of a soft body pressed to his, and for a moment, fear overtook him. Surely he was not foolish enough to have taken yet another to his bed, but soon his senses came back to him and he smiled softly. Gandalf had said it was best to bring Legolas back to their bed, so that when he awoke, he would at least be in a more familiar setting. He knew, despite the hopeful words that Legolas might not still wake up; that the evils of the potion could have been strong enough to defeat Gandalf in this battle, but still he hoped.
“Come back to me my love,” he whispered softly into the long silken hair of his lover. A sigh slid past his lips as he received no response, and he feared that perhaps Gandalf had been wrong, that he had been wrong to hope, but that thought fled his mind when a soft moan reached his ears.
“Legolas?” his voice was incredulous. Could it be? “Legolas, speak to me.”
“Aragorn?” The words were soft, almost indistinguishable from the whispers of the breeze that flitted softly through the room. Carefully, he shifted their position so that he was looking into to the eyes of his fair lover, and a joy unlike anything he had yet felt in his long life overtook him. There was awareness in the deep cerulean eyes, recognition and…something else.
“What is going on Aragorn, I feel so strange.”
“You were poisoned, my love. You have been asleep a very long time.”
“I…”
“Shh. Aragorn soothed, placing a finger of the petal lips of the elf. “You are still very ill, and you must be careful not to overexert yourself, or you could fall back into a coma.” Legolas nodded, he was too tired to argue the point. All he felt now was a deep need to be held in his mate’s arms until the end of time, for surely, while in the man’s grasp, nothing could happen to him.
~~~~~~~~~
“You failed me,” a dark menacing voice hissed from the shadows.
“It was not..”
“Silence!”
“…The Istari…”
“Silence!” this time, there was no response.
“Your task was a simple one, and you failed me.” Even the shadows seemed to quiver in fear as the voice continued, “You will not fail me again, my precious human.”
“No no no, of course I shall never fail you again. Please tell me what you wish of me, and you will not be disappointed. I am sure I c I can still salvage the situation.” Fear dripped from his voice. Fear that tasted as sweet to the shadow figure as the finest of wines.
“Of coarse.” Suddenly a strange greenish light lit the ally with an eerie glow, and when it faded the only light came from the silvery reflection of the moon as it glistened happily in the expanding puddle of blood now painting the stone with its crimson color. The shadow figure began to laugh ththe the inhuman sound dancing on the wind, playing softly off of the stone walls. Somewhere far off, a baby began to wail, and then, from somewhere else, there was a scream that quickly faded to silence. Now there was nothing but the moon, shining silver in the blood of men.