Call of the Sea
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
5,172
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
CALL OF THE SEA
Chapter 6
When I returned to the bedroom, I saw that Aragorn’s eyes were open. He said nothing as I slid under the covers beside him, but his face held the question. I kissed his forehead.
“My mind was troubled by dreams, and I walked a while to find peace,” I told him. I could not lie to him, yet I did not wish to offer him the whole truth.
“The thought of our parting troubles me greatly, too.” He sighed, and held me close. “We can avoid speaking of it no longer. What are we going to do?”
I stroked the side of his face. “What can we do? You will go with Mithrandir, and face your perils as you must, and I will return to Mirkwood, to fight the evils of Dol Guldur. Our friendship rem remain in our hearts.”
“I will come to you when I can. And send messages, through Rivendell. Will you visit me here when I next return?”
“If I can.” Once again I tried to reassure him, in spite of my own misgivings. “Do not be too downhearted. I have sworn my friendship to you, and I feel certain that there is still much for us to see and do together.”
His next words shocked me.
“I would pledge more than my friendship.” He spoke quietly, and the look he gave seemed to burn me.
“But we can not!” I spoke without thinking.
“Why not? Is this not love?” So it was named, at last.
“No other word would serve for my feelings for you, Aragorn.”
“And I love you, Legolas. You know it.”
“Yes.”
“So why…? Is it because I am mortal?”
I felt six thousand years old at that moment.
“I believe that you know why, Aragorn. And it has nothing to do with your mortality, which is part of you, and therefore beloved by me. But what future would there be for such a love between Yo Your destiny is among men, and men could never accept this.”
“A curse on my destiny. A curse on men. I have lived long alone. Who is to know or care how I choose to give my love?” His eyes strayed from mine as he said this, and stared over my shoulder. He spoke bravely, but it was clear that he was avoiding the truth.
“Aragorn, I dreamed of you last night. You stood before me in the raiment of kings, and I knew in my heart that it was true. I understand now where your destiny lies. Please do not pretend to me.”
“So yoow.”ow.” His tone was sorrowful. “Yet it can not stop me loving you.”
“Nor I, you. So when we meet again I will still love you. And the bond of friendship will hold, even if I do not share your bed again.”
“Don’t say that. We can still . . .”
I kissed him then, and held his face between my hands.
“Aragorn, my love, these memories may be sweet but they will be behind you. Your heart must be free. The king of men will need a queen, not an elf-prince lover at his side.”
He managed a weak smile. “Not even if that elf prince is the most beautiful and valiant creature in Middle Earth?”
We held each other for a while, and I stroked his back, whispering soothing words to him. I realised that he was sobbing quietly. My own eyes were full of tears.
Eventually he moved away from me slightly and rolled onto his back. Listless eyes stared at the ceiling.
“Speak to me,” I said, wiping the tears from his face with the back of my hand.
“I am afraid, Legolas.” His voice was low and toneless. “Afraid of what I must do, what I must become. Afraid of my weakness. I have no desire for the power of kings. There are times when I can not believe that I am strong enough to do this. The last few days I had started to feel some hope – hope that with you beside me I could be strong enough . . . but without you, how can I . . .?”
The moment so so still, I felt that every word I spoke was somehow invested with enormous importance.
“Aragorn. I believe that in the end you will find your strength. The weakness of the old kings was always in their pride; your humility will only be an asset to you. You are an easy man to love and you will not be alone when the day comes. I will not be the only one to pledge that I will fight to the last at your side. And such strength as I have, I will willingly share with you. You will prevail. Hope will not fail you.”
We lay together, talking quietly until the dawn arrived, and with a final, passionate but tearful, kiss, I left his bed and returned to my own room.
Aragorn and Mithrandir left early that day, but I lingered until the afternoon. After they had gone, I sought out the old plane tree and sat there for several hours, seeking the solace of the forest once more. It could not dispel my sadness completely, but after a time I felt strengthened, and returned to the house for the last time.
Elrond embraced me warmly as I left. His words were quiet, for my ears alone.
“Have courage, Legolas. You have both wisdom and strength in your heart. There is much of this tale still to be told.”
I could find no suitable words in reply, but knew that he read my thoughts in my eyes.
Chapter 6
When I returned to the bedroom, I saw that Aragorn’s eyes were open. He said nothing as I slid under the covers beside him, but his face held the question. I kissed his forehead.
“My mind was troubled by dreams, and I walked a while to find peace,” I told him. I could not lie to him, yet I did not wish to offer him the whole truth.
“The thought of our parting troubles me greatly, too.” He sighed, and held me close. “We can avoid speaking of it no longer. What are we going to do?”
I stroked the side of his face. “What can we do? You will go with Mithrandir, and face your perils as you must, and I will return to Mirkwood, to fight the evils of Dol Guldur. Our friendship rem remain in our hearts.”
“I will come to you when I can. And send messages, through Rivendell. Will you visit me here when I next return?”
“If I can.” Once again I tried to reassure him, in spite of my own misgivings. “Do not be too downhearted. I have sworn my friendship to you, and I feel certain that there is still much for us to see and do together.”
His next words shocked me.
“I would pledge more than my friendship.” He spoke quietly, and the look he gave seemed to burn me.
“But we can not!” I spoke without thinking.
“Why not? Is this not love?” So it was named, at last.
“No other word would serve for my feelings for you, Aragorn.”
“And I love you, Legolas. You know it.”
“Yes.”
“So why…? Is it because I am mortal?”
I felt six thousand years old at that moment.
“I believe that you know why, Aragorn. And it has nothing to do with your mortality, which is part of you, and therefore beloved by me. But what future would there be for such a love between Yo Your destiny is among men, and men could never accept this.”
“A curse on my destiny. A curse on men. I have lived long alone. Who is to know or care how I choose to give my love?” His eyes strayed from mine as he said this, and stared over my shoulder. He spoke bravely, but it was clear that he was avoiding the truth.
“Aragorn, I dreamed of you last night. You stood before me in the raiment of kings, and I knew in my heart that it was true. I understand now where your destiny lies. Please do not pretend to me.”
“So yoow.”ow.” His tone was sorrowful. “Yet it can not stop me loving you.”
“Nor I, you. So when we meet again I will still love you. And the bond of friendship will hold, even if I do not share your bed again.”
“Don’t say that. We can still . . .”
I kissed him then, and held his face between my hands.
“Aragorn, my love, these memories may be sweet but they will be behind you. Your heart must be free. The king of men will need a queen, not an elf-prince lover at his side.”
He managed a weak smile. “Not even if that elf prince is the most beautiful and valiant creature in Middle Earth?”
We held each other for a while, and I stroked his back, whispering soothing words to him. I realised that he was sobbing quietly. My own eyes were full of tears.
Eventually he moved away from me slightly and rolled onto his back. Listless eyes stared at the ceiling.
“Speak to me,” I said, wiping the tears from his face with the back of my hand.
“I am afraid, Legolas.” His voice was low and toneless. “Afraid of what I must do, what I must become. Afraid of my weakness. I have no desire for the power of kings. There are times when I can not believe that I am strong enough to do this. The last few days I had started to feel some hope – hope that with you beside me I could be strong enough . . . but without you, how can I . . .?”
The moment so so still, I felt that every word I spoke was somehow invested with enormous importance.
“Aragorn. I believe that in the end you will find your strength. The weakness of the old kings was always in their pride; your humility will only be an asset to you. You are an easy man to love and you will not be alone when the day comes. I will not be the only one to pledge that I will fight to the last at your side. And such strength as I have, I will willingly share with you. You will prevail. Hope will not fail you.”
We lay together, talking quietly until the dawn arrived, and with a final, passionate but tearful, kiss, I left his bed and returned to my own room.
Aragorn and Mithrandir left early that day, but I lingered until the afternoon. After they had gone, I sought out the old plane tree and sat there for several hours, seeking the solace of the forest once more. It could not dispel my sadness completely, but after a time I felt strengthened, and returned to the house for the last time.
Elrond embraced me warmly as I left. His words were quiet, for my ears alone.
“Have courage, Legolas. You have both wisdom and strength in your heart. There is much of this tale still to be told.”
I could find no suitable words in reply, but knew that he read my thoughts in my eyes.