Bright Like a Star
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,220
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Recovery
I offer my most sincere apologies for making all of you wait such an extended period of time for this chapter. It has become increasingly difficult for me to find time to write, especially as I near the end of school. I will try to update as often as possible, however, I am not sure I will be able to do once a week as orriginally suggested. Again, I am sorry, and any support is greatly appreciated, besides, with enough incentive, I might be able to get chapters out much quicker....
I would like to thank louise_oblique and everyone else who has read this so far. Very special thanks goes to harfor for whom this chapter is dedicated.
Chapter 7: Recovery
Dedication: Harui
Legolas woke slowly, the gentle rays of golden sun dancing over his face coaxing a sigh from his rose colored lips. He felt warm and safe and the dark dream that had plagued him of late were no more than a whisper on the breeze. Soon he became aware of strong callused fingers idly playing with his hair, and he discerned this to be what had awakened him.
“Aragorn,” he whisperedraidraid that if he should raise his voice, he would slip back into the inky darkness that had been all he had known for what seemed a small eternity.
“I am sorry Legolas; I did not wish to waken you from your slumber.”
“It is alright,” he returned before finally turning to face his lover, only to gasp at what he saw. Shadows darkened Aragorn’s eyes, and his face had taken on a gaunt look that Legolas only ever remembered seeing on the man’s face once before (right after the battle of Helm’s Deep), and the fire that had once blazed in his eyes had diminished so much that Legolas feared that istrastray breeze should find it’s way into the room, the flame would be extinguished all together. “Aragorn…?” his words were barely audibly as he brought a weak hand up to caress the man’s face.
“You have been asleep a very long time,” the man replied, pulling his face away from Legolas’ cool hand.
“Asleep…” he repeated the words, letting the bitter taste of them wash over his tongue. Hushed words whispered in the dark came into his mind unbidden, ‘…poisoned…’, ‘…convulsions…’ ‘…still loose him…’ ‘…sleep…’ words heard in the daze of pain and agony. “How long?” the question sounded soft and broken, so he repeated it, his voice stronger, “How long?”
“Over two months,” Aragorn said after many moments of silence. “You were…asleep for over two months.” He sounded so broken then, and despite his more aged appearance, Legolas couldn’t help but realize how young Aragorn truly was. “It killed me seeing you everyday, so lifeless, so close, yet so very far away. It was killing me seeing you and not getting to hold you in my arms of not being held in yours.” A sob slipped from his lips. “I let you get hurt, I was too weak to protect you, and I was not strong enough.”
“Aragorn,” he said, trying desperately to pull the man from his broken state.
“No, you don’t understand…” he said petulant
“Tell me, what do I not understand?” He questioned, a disquieting feeling pulling at his heart.
“It was too much…I took another to my bed, and oh god it was so easy to loose myself, so easy to pretend.” Legolas sat there in silence. Emotions overwhelmed him, drawing him into the tumult of a ng sng sea. He was not sure what to think or how to react. As an elf he was not sure that he understood, for the elves were long lived and infidelity was rare, even when ones mate was away for an extended period of time,
but as a being, as a lover, he though he understood, and seeing the truly miserable look on Aragorn’s face eased his mind, though anger and disappointment still lingered in his thoughts. Legolas smiled softly at his lover, and using what strength he could, he pulled the man into his arms.
“Do not let your heart be troubled, my love. I bear you no ill will.” His words were soft with fatigue, but the man heard them with his elven trained ears, and he turned surprised lit grey eyes to his fair lover.
“You would forgive me so easily?”
“I love you Aragorn, and though I cannot deny the disappointment in my heart, I shall always forgive you.” The man smiled then, the first smile that had lit his features in over two months, and in his joy, he launched himself at his lover and crashed their lips together. Legolas tensed against him, and a strangled gasp of pain slipped from his lips, drawing the man away from him in a heartbeat of time.
“Oh god, I am so sorry,” he cried, gently bearing his lover to the bed so that his healer skilled hands could carefully inspect for any damage. “Tell me, fair one, what ails you?”
“’Tis nothing serious Aragorn, you merely surprised me in your fervor.” Hesitanhe nhe nodded, but before he could say another word, the door swung open and Gandalf walked into the room, a knowing look shimmering in his grey eyes.
“I see that you are awake, youngest prince of Mirkwood. Mayhap you would wish to see your father?” The question took both King and Prince Consort of guard. Surely Aragorn would have known of such a prominent arrival. As if reading the man’s thoughts, the old wizard spoke again, “I hope you do not mind, Aragorn, but I took the liberty of taking care of your guests. I did not want to disturb you from your peace.” Aragorn nodded gratefully at Gandalf, but it was Legolas who spoke next.
“I would greatly wish to see me father, Mithrandir. My dreams of late have been dark and fearful, and though a great many centuries have passed since the day of my majority, I still miss the comfort of a father as only a youngest son can.”
The reunion was joyous with both lovers receiving a warm hug from the king of elves, before the fair haired elf finally settled onto the bed, Legolas curled in his embrace. Aragorn smiled fondly at the scene, noting how young and innocent the known warrior looked, curled and nearly asleep in his fathers arms.
“’Tis good to see you well my Greenleaf,” Thranduil stated adoringly, his hand combing through the silver locks of the princes hair. When I heard news of your injury I wished to come immediately, but affairs of state kept me away. Now I am only grateful that I am here for your awakening.” Legolas nodded tiredly, and barely a moment passed before his eyes glazed and grew distant with reverie. “Mayhap you should sleep as well,” Thranduil suggested, casting Aragorn a pointed look, “You look nearly dead with fatigue”. The man nodded and slid beneath the covers of the bed, gratefully accepting the his precious lover into his arms. However, when Thranduil tried to pull completely away, Legolas tensed, and quiet words slipped from his lips,
“Do not leave, father, please.” Thranduil smiled indulgently, and in a most unkingly manner, he slid beneath the covers of the bed. And what a sight they made, a king of men, and a king of elves sled led into the bed, a slighter figured curled between them, sheltered from the world while in their loving embrace.
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A grim line set Aragorn’s mouth as he parried what could easily have been a lethal blow to his belly. Again and again he danced back, his sword heavy in his hand as he parried blows that would easily have taken his life, but finally, he saw his advantage and he pressed forward with thereto unforeseen speed, ending the battle with a movmostmost too quick to see, or even comprehend. The king of men smiled triumphantly at the elf that lay beneath him, golden hair fanning beneath his head in a shimmering pool.
“Soon, my love, my strength shall return in full, and everything will right itself in the world.”
“Mayhap, but for now, I shall enjoy my victories.” It had been two weeks since Gandalf’s appearance, and Legolas’ awakening, and the fair prince had almost instantly grown tired of lying in bso Gso Gandalf had suggested carefully observed exercises to get his strength back. Only recently had they begun sparring, but as was proven today, the elven prince was well on the road to recovery, and very soon, he would be back to himself. Aragorn looked up as someone cleared their throats, however, Legolas, because of his pinned position, could not see who it was.
“Who is there Aragorn?” he questioned, growing wary at the positively devious look the lit his lovers face. Before he could question his lover again, Aragorn’s mouth descended demandingly onto his.
I would like to thank louise_oblique and everyone else who has read this so far. Very special thanks goes to harfor for whom this chapter is dedicated.
Chapter 7: Recovery
Dedication: Harui
Legolas woke slowly, the gentle rays of golden sun dancing over his face coaxing a sigh from his rose colored lips. He felt warm and safe and the dark dream that had plagued him of late were no more than a whisper on the breeze. Soon he became aware of strong callused fingers idly playing with his hair, and he discerned this to be what had awakened him.
“Aragorn,” he whisperedraidraid that if he should raise his voice, he would slip back into the inky darkness that had been all he had known for what seemed a small eternity.
“I am sorry Legolas; I did not wish to waken you from your slumber.”
“It is alright,” he returned before finally turning to face his lover, only to gasp at what he saw. Shadows darkened Aragorn’s eyes, and his face had taken on a gaunt look that Legolas only ever remembered seeing on the man’s face once before (right after the battle of Helm’s Deep), and the fire that had once blazed in his eyes had diminished so much that Legolas feared that istrastray breeze should find it’s way into the room, the flame would be extinguished all together. “Aragorn…?” his words were barely audibly as he brought a weak hand up to caress the man’s face.
“You have been asleep a very long time,” the man replied, pulling his face away from Legolas’ cool hand.
“Asleep…” he repeated the words, letting the bitter taste of them wash over his tongue. Hushed words whispered in the dark came into his mind unbidden, ‘…poisoned…’, ‘…convulsions…’ ‘…still loose him…’ ‘…sleep…’ words heard in the daze of pain and agony. “How long?” the question sounded soft and broken, so he repeated it, his voice stronger, “How long?”
“Over two months,” Aragorn said after many moments of silence. “You were…asleep for over two months.” He sounded so broken then, and despite his more aged appearance, Legolas couldn’t help but realize how young Aragorn truly was. “It killed me seeing you everyday, so lifeless, so close, yet so very far away. It was killing me seeing you and not getting to hold you in my arms of not being held in yours.” A sob slipped from his lips. “I let you get hurt, I was too weak to protect you, and I was not strong enough.”
“Aragorn,” he said, trying desperately to pull the man from his broken state.
“No, you don’t understand…” he said petulant
“Tell me, what do I not understand?” He questioned, a disquieting feeling pulling at his heart.
“It was too much…I took another to my bed, and oh god it was so easy to loose myself, so easy to pretend.” Legolas sat there in silence. Emotions overwhelmed him, drawing him into the tumult of a ng sng sea. He was not sure what to think or how to react. As an elf he was not sure that he understood, for the elves were long lived and infidelity was rare, even when ones mate was away for an extended period of time,
but as a being, as a lover, he though he understood, and seeing the truly miserable look on Aragorn’s face eased his mind, though anger and disappointment still lingered in his thoughts. Legolas smiled softly at his lover, and using what strength he could, he pulled the man into his arms.
“Do not let your heart be troubled, my love. I bear you no ill will.” His words were soft with fatigue, but the man heard them with his elven trained ears, and he turned surprised lit grey eyes to his fair lover.
“You would forgive me so easily?”
“I love you Aragorn, and though I cannot deny the disappointment in my heart, I shall always forgive you.” The man smiled then, the first smile that had lit his features in over two months, and in his joy, he launched himself at his lover and crashed their lips together. Legolas tensed against him, and a strangled gasp of pain slipped from his lips, drawing the man away from him in a heartbeat of time.
“Oh god, I am so sorry,” he cried, gently bearing his lover to the bed so that his healer skilled hands could carefully inspect for any damage. “Tell me, fair one, what ails you?”
“’Tis nothing serious Aragorn, you merely surprised me in your fervor.” Hesitanhe nhe nodded, but before he could say another word, the door swung open and Gandalf walked into the room, a knowing look shimmering in his grey eyes.
“I see that you are awake, youngest prince of Mirkwood. Mayhap you would wish to see your father?” The question took both King and Prince Consort of guard. Surely Aragorn would have known of such a prominent arrival. As if reading the man’s thoughts, the old wizard spoke again, “I hope you do not mind, Aragorn, but I took the liberty of taking care of your guests. I did not want to disturb you from your peace.” Aragorn nodded gratefully at Gandalf, but it was Legolas who spoke next.
“I would greatly wish to see me father, Mithrandir. My dreams of late have been dark and fearful, and though a great many centuries have passed since the day of my majority, I still miss the comfort of a father as only a youngest son can.”
The reunion was joyous with both lovers receiving a warm hug from the king of elves, before the fair haired elf finally settled onto the bed, Legolas curled in his embrace. Aragorn smiled fondly at the scene, noting how young and innocent the known warrior looked, curled and nearly asleep in his fathers arms.
“’Tis good to see you well my Greenleaf,” Thranduil stated adoringly, his hand combing through the silver locks of the princes hair. When I heard news of your injury I wished to come immediately, but affairs of state kept me away. Now I am only grateful that I am here for your awakening.” Legolas nodded tiredly, and barely a moment passed before his eyes glazed and grew distant with reverie. “Mayhap you should sleep as well,” Thranduil suggested, casting Aragorn a pointed look, “You look nearly dead with fatigue”. The man nodded and slid beneath the covers of the bed, gratefully accepting the his precious lover into his arms. However, when Thranduil tried to pull completely away, Legolas tensed, and quiet words slipped from his lips,
“Do not leave, father, please.” Thranduil smiled indulgently, and in a most unkingly manner, he slid beneath the covers of the bed. And what a sight they made, a king of men, and a king of elves sled led into the bed, a slighter figured curled between them, sheltered from the world while in their loving embrace.
~~~~~~~~~~~
A grim line set Aragorn’s mouth as he parried what could easily have been a lethal blow to his belly. Again and again he danced back, his sword heavy in his hand as he parried blows that would easily have taken his life, but finally, he saw his advantage and he pressed forward with thereto unforeseen speed, ending the battle with a movmostmost too quick to see, or even comprehend. The king of men smiled triumphantly at the elf that lay beneath him, golden hair fanning beneath his head in a shimmering pool.
“Soon, my love, my strength shall return in full, and everything will right itself in the world.”
“Mayhap, but for now, I shall enjoy my victories.” It had been two weeks since Gandalf’s appearance, and Legolas’ awakening, and the fair prince had almost instantly grown tired of lying in bso Gso Gandalf had suggested carefully observed exercises to get his strength back. Only recently had they begun sparring, but as was proven today, the elven prince was well on the road to recovery, and very soon, he would be back to himself. Aragorn looked up as someone cleared their throats, however, Legolas, because of his pinned position, could not see who it was.
“Who is there Aragorn?” he questioned, growing wary at the positively devious look the lit his lovers face. Before he could question his lover again, Aragorn’s mouth descended demandingly onto his.