The Beauty of Twilight
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Adult +
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4
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2,629
Reviews:
7
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The Beauty of Twilight
Summary ~ They denied their feelings, yet the passionate tension between them was unbearable.
Rating ~ R for now, but might be N-17 in later chapters if I decide to keep writing this story
Pairing ~ Legolas/Faramir
Warning ~ Slash, m/m, not your piece of cake? Don’t read it.
Disclaimer ~ Not my characters, not my world. Don’t sue me. I don’t have any money anyway. Everything belongs to Tolkein.
Author’s Note ~ This isn’t my first slash fic, but it is the first that I’ve ever posted on the net. Reviews welcome but not required. If you want to flame me, I don’t care, knock yourself out. Even critical advice is helpful, right? Anyway, this story takes place after the War of the Ring. Faramir is currently prince of Ithilien and Legolas resides there with his fellow elves.
Legolas stood under one of the many lush green trees of Ithilien, breathing in the fresh air, filled with gladness that war was now over. He could live out his life in peace now. In the far distance, he could hear one of his kin singing a melodious tune, with words of the sea. The very sound filled his heart with a longing, for he yearned to cross over to the Undyling Lands with the rest of his kin. But he knew it was not his time to cross over. Something bound him to Middle-earth still, and he had yet to find it’s meaning.
He softly closed his crystal blue eyes, and took a silent deep breath of air. Standing in silence for awhile, he began to feel himself become one with the forest. The sounds of the birds, the rushing creeks, the soft sound of leaves fluttering in the wind were music to his ears. He remembered how he used to listen to the music of Mirkwood, his home, when he was younger. How things had changed since then. Some things for the worse, others for the better. Taking in one last breath and relishing in the beauty of Ithilien, he opened his eyes once more. The green forest lay around him, much the same as it did before he had closed eyes. He could no longer hear the ‘song of the sea’ that one of his fellow elves had been singing moments before. The daylight was beginning to wane and a dull, purple cloud of twilight fell upon the forest. He left his position from under one of the large green trees, and began to walk into the very heart of the wood. Legolas took to wandering within his new home more and more often since he had come to live there. He felt it in his heart that he should explore every nuance and leave not one corner of his new forest home undiscovered.
Still listening to the sounds of the forest ahe fhe faint sound of his boots crunching softly on the leaves and grass beneath him (for elves made little or no sound when they moved) he began to sing quietly to himself. It was a song of the Lonely Mountain ‘Erebor’ that his greatest of friends, Gimli the dwarf, had taught him. It told of the old days when Dwarves had built a mighty palace inside the mountain and there was much Mithril to be found in its core. It had not taken Legolas long to translate the song into Elvish, and it soon became one of his favorite melodies to sing.
He stopped short suddenly when he heard a faint sound coming not far from where he was standing. It was the sound of boots crunching on the grass leaves of the forest floor. Someone was coming toward him. It was not an elf, that much Legolas knew, for elves can scarcely be heard as they walk. No, these were a man’s footsteps. Men made much noisetheythey lumbered about.
Narrowing his skilled, elven eyes, Legolas made out a dim figure coming through the trees. Only the dull twilight glow masked the man’s face from Legolas’ sight, though he knew at once who it was. The Lord Faramir, former Steward of Gondor (though his term of rule had been cut short upon the return of the King Elessar). Legolas had taken notice that the Prince Faramir of Ithilien had also taken to walking amongst the trees of Ithilien upon the coming of dusk. As Faramir drew nearer, his face became clear. He had not yet noticed the fair elf standing not 12 yards away from him, and the man turned his gaze upward, admiring the stars that had begun to protrude from the darkening sky.
“Only one who truly appreciates nature, can pause to gaze at the stars,” Legolas said. The sound of the elf’s voice startled Faramir and his stare snapped down from its upward gaze, his hand faintly reaching for the hilt of his sword. However upon seeing the fair elf clad in a green and white tunic standing not far from him, his hand fell down once again to his side and he smiled in return.
“You startled me, master elf! I am unaccustomed to your quiet ways!” he said with a laugh.
“It seems that you and I share a common interest, my lord Faramir. Long have I noticed that you walk about as I do.” Legolas replied as he began to walk across the small clearing towards the man. He looked into Faramir’s clear green eyes, and saw warmth and kindness there. He resembled so much, his elder brother, Boromir, and yet was so different. He had heard of the great deeds that Faramir had accomplished in the city of Osgiliath and he knew also of his refusal of the Ring of power when he had come upon Frodo in this very wood. It took great strength and courage to deny the One Ring once it started to call you.
“I have noticed you as well, master elf. Though our paths have not crossed ‘till now.”
Both man and elf stared into one another’s eyes until Legolas turned his gaze skyward, where there was now no trace of daylight left. His eyes roved amid the glittering vastness until his elvish senses told him that he was being watched. Lowereing his head down once more, he saw Faramir gazing at him with much intensity. Legolas could not decipher this look. After a moment he smiled and put his hand upon the shoulder of the man.
“I must depart. We will meet again, I think, Prince of Ithilien”
“Good night to you, master elf,” Faramir nodded his head in a slight bow of respect and Legolas mirrored the act before walking past the man and striding off into the forest.
If you have read this, thank you so much. I love it when people take time out of their lives to read my stories. Review if you feel inclined to. And don’t worry, there will be more than just talking and staring in later chapters, hehe.
Rating ~ R for now, but might be N-17 in later chapters if I decide to keep writing this story
Pairing ~ Legolas/Faramir
Warning ~ Slash, m/m, not your piece of cake? Don’t read it.
Disclaimer ~ Not my characters, not my world. Don’t sue me. I don’t have any money anyway. Everything belongs to Tolkein.
Author’s Note ~ This isn’t my first slash fic, but it is the first that I’ve ever posted on the net. Reviews welcome but not required. If you want to flame me, I don’t care, knock yourself out. Even critical advice is helpful, right? Anyway, this story takes place after the War of the Ring. Faramir is currently prince of Ithilien and Legolas resides there with his fellow elves.
Legolas stood under one of the many lush green trees of Ithilien, breathing in the fresh air, filled with gladness that war was now over. He could live out his life in peace now. In the far distance, he could hear one of his kin singing a melodious tune, with words of the sea. The very sound filled his heart with a longing, for he yearned to cross over to the Undyling Lands with the rest of his kin. But he knew it was not his time to cross over. Something bound him to Middle-earth still, and he had yet to find it’s meaning.
He softly closed his crystal blue eyes, and took a silent deep breath of air. Standing in silence for awhile, he began to feel himself become one with the forest. The sounds of the birds, the rushing creeks, the soft sound of leaves fluttering in the wind were music to his ears. He remembered how he used to listen to the music of Mirkwood, his home, when he was younger. How things had changed since then. Some things for the worse, others for the better. Taking in one last breath and relishing in the beauty of Ithilien, he opened his eyes once more. The green forest lay around him, much the same as it did before he had closed eyes. He could no longer hear the ‘song of the sea’ that one of his fellow elves had been singing moments before. The daylight was beginning to wane and a dull, purple cloud of twilight fell upon the forest. He left his position from under one of the large green trees, and began to walk into the very heart of the wood. Legolas took to wandering within his new home more and more often since he had come to live there. He felt it in his heart that he should explore every nuance and leave not one corner of his new forest home undiscovered.
Still listening to the sounds of the forest ahe fhe faint sound of his boots crunching softly on the leaves and grass beneath him (for elves made little or no sound when they moved) he began to sing quietly to himself. It was a song of the Lonely Mountain ‘Erebor’ that his greatest of friends, Gimli the dwarf, had taught him. It told of the old days when Dwarves had built a mighty palace inside the mountain and there was much Mithril to be found in its core. It had not taken Legolas long to translate the song into Elvish, and it soon became one of his favorite melodies to sing.
He stopped short suddenly when he heard a faint sound coming not far from where he was standing. It was the sound of boots crunching on the grass leaves of the forest floor. Someone was coming toward him. It was not an elf, that much Legolas knew, for elves can scarcely be heard as they walk. No, these were a man’s footsteps. Men made much noisetheythey lumbered about.
Narrowing his skilled, elven eyes, Legolas made out a dim figure coming through the trees. Only the dull twilight glow masked the man’s face from Legolas’ sight, though he knew at once who it was. The Lord Faramir, former Steward of Gondor (though his term of rule had been cut short upon the return of the King Elessar). Legolas had taken notice that the Prince Faramir of Ithilien had also taken to walking amongst the trees of Ithilien upon the coming of dusk. As Faramir drew nearer, his face became clear. He had not yet noticed the fair elf standing not 12 yards away from him, and the man turned his gaze upward, admiring the stars that had begun to protrude from the darkening sky.
“Only one who truly appreciates nature, can pause to gaze at the stars,” Legolas said. The sound of the elf’s voice startled Faramir and his stare snapped down from its upward gaze, his hand faintly reaching for the hilt of his sword. However upon seeing the fair elf clad in a green and white tunic standing not far from him, his hand fell down once again to his side and he smiled in return.
“You startled me, master elf! I am unaccustomed to your quiet ways!” he said with a laugh.
“It seems that you and I share a common interest, my lord Faramir. Long have I noticed that you walk about as I do.” Legolas replied as he began to walk across the small clearing towards the man. He looked into Faramir’s clear green eyes, and saw warmth and kindness there. He resembled so much, his elder brother, Boromir, and yet was so different. He had heard of the great deeds that Faramir had accomplished in the city of Osgiliath and he knew also of his refusal of the Ring of power when he had come upon Frodo in this very wood. It took great strength and courage to deny the One Ring once it started to call you.
“I have noticed you as well, master elf. Though our paths have not crossed ‘till now.”
Both man and elf stared into one another’s eyes until Legolas turned his gaze skyward, where there was now no trace of daylight left. His eyes roved amid the glittering vastness until his elvish senses told him that he was being watched. Lowereing his head down once more, he saw Faramir gazing at him with much intensity. Legolas could not decipher this look. After a moment he smiled and put his hand upon the shoulder of the man.
“I must depart. We will meet again, I think, Prince of Ithilien”
“Good night to you, master elf,” Faramir nodded his head in a slight bow of respect and Legolas mirrored the act before walking past the man and striding off into the forest.
If you have read this, thank you so much. I love it when people take time out of their lives to read my stories. Review if you feel inclined to. And don’t worry, there will be more than just talking and staring in later chapters, hehe.