Bright Like a Star
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,213
Reviews:
25
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Bright Like a Star
Bright Like a Star
This is the first chapter of my first LOTR fan fiction, so be nice…please. Currently, I have no idea how long this is going to be, but I do hope to update often (which is probably no less than once a week). Also, please keep in mind that this is unbataed….if there is anyone willing to do the job, it would be greatly appreciated.
I am not going to beg for reviews, but they are always helpful, and chapters have a tendency to get out faster with more reviews.
Sadly, I don’t own the majority of these characters, and the ones that do come from my strange little mind, are probably not worth stealing. Oh, the woes of life.
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas, Other/Legolas, Elrond/Thranduil, Elladan/Elrohir (only briefly mentioned)
Warnings: Slash, Hurt/Comfort, NCS(Rape), Mpreg….and I am sure there are more, I just can’t think of them.
Part 1: Lost and Found
Arwen stared at Elrond, her lips trembling. She had seen the vision; she had seen the child…her child. She could not, would not give up that future of passion and love.
“Oh child,” Elrond whispered, bringing forth his hand to caress her cheek. “This vision you saw, this vision of a future in Estel’s loving embrace, this vision of a child with eyes the color of your own, it is not true. You saw only what you wanted to see, what your heart yearned to see, but it is not truth.
“But Ada…”
“Arwen please, you must sail to the West to be where you will find happiness.”
“If I sail to the west, I shall never be happy,” she whispered, he beautiful grey eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Aragorn has claimed my heart…”
“Arwen, my lovely one, if you stay, only hurt and pain will await you. If all hap as as you hope, you
would become queen of a great nation, but Aragorn would slowly come to learn that it is not you that holds his heart. Yet he would be faithful to you, and never act on his affections with the one he truly loves. He would become bitter and sad until death by his own hands, claims him.” Arwen paled, and a singlelverlver tear slid from her eyes to land upon her fathers hands.
“I don’t understand Ada, the child…It cannot be.” Elrond sighed sadly, and
placed his hands upon her crown,
“See the true vision dear one, not what your heart yearns for.” At his words, a vision played across her senses. She saw the child run into Aragorn’s awaiting arms, the Evenstar about his neck, still bright and shining, she watched as Aragorn, who looked much younger than in her vision, spun the child playfully around, before hoisting the child up into his hold. The vision differed then, when the young boy looked at her, his eyes were different; they were not the grey of her eyes, but the deepest cerulean in color. Where Arwen’s vision had stopped, this one continued, and she saw as Aragorn turned his head in surprise, before the most brilliant of smiles played across his features. Aragorn carefully placed the child on the ground before running towards someone she could not yet see. She never saw the other figures face, only the person’s back as Aragorn took this new, very male person into his arms. A small gasp escaped her lips as she watched Aragorn place a passionate kiss to the figures lips, his care hardened hands reaching to the back of the figures head to release his hair from its neatly plaited braids. Arwen turned her head from the site, relieved when the vision faded and reality took its place.
“Ada,” she whispered her voice heavy. “Tell me, who was it?” Elrond just looked at her and smiled sadly,
“Oh beautiful child, you know who it is.” Arwen stared at him, her eyes lighting with realization.
“Legolas is the only one whose beauty outshines even that of the Lady Galadriel, and his heart, like his body, is as bright as a star. He shall make Aragorn happshe she said, her voice heavy with defeat. She sighed and stared into the night sky, her face turned so that the stars glittered off of her tears, turning them the color of liquid silver as they tracked down her cheeks. “Reforge the sword Ada, reforge it and I shall sail across the sea.”
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Aragorn was pulled from his reverie when someone joined him beneath the tree that he was sitting.
"I thought you would surely be with your father,” he said to the blond elf, who was now staring into the night sky as he, himself, had been doing only moments before. It was only a three days before Aragorn’s coronation as king of Gondor. Legolas said nothing for a long time, and when he did finally speak, his voice was heavy with unbridled emotion.
“I hear a song in the wind,” he whispered, “A requiem for an innocence lost. I grew up, Aragorn, for all my centuries upon Arda; I grew up, and now it saddens me that I can no longer revel in the simple pleasures that once came so easily to me. The passion has left my being, and I am afraid for my Ada to see the price this war has cost me. I always thought myself immortal, for that is what we are, but now I realize that our life is as brief as a candle flickering in the wind, and though the wick of our existence is longer than yours, we still bleed red, and our life is as quickly extinguishable on the point of an enemy sword or arrow. I have come to realize that I shall die, and that when I do, I shall be alone.” The sadness in Legolas’ words caused something to wrench deep inside Aragorn, and in that moment, it took all of his self control to not reach out to the beautiful fey like creature who sat at his side, he knew Legolas would not take kindly to his sympathy.
They sat in silence for a long time, watching the flickering of the stars, as they rained their light upon Middle Earth, shining their small beacons of hope.
“Do you miss her?” Legolas asked after a time. Aragorn looked at the elf startled, but the young prince’s face revealed no emotion.
“Yes,” he finally said, “It saddens me that I shall never again see her. I love her and I miss her dearly, but I am glad that she has gone. She would lead nothing but a miserable life here, and…I think that in my heart, I have grown to love another. This time, Legolas was the one with a startled look on his face.
“May I inquire as to whom this mysteripersperson may be,” he questioned quietly, a strange look in his eyes. Aragorn stared at the beautiful creature before him, considering his options, before finally making a decision.
“May I kiss you?” Aragorn asked, opening his face for Legolas, allowing him to see the tentative love that burned behind his eyes. Legolas, for his part, looked thoroughly stunned, and for all his elven grace, he managed to only nod dumbly. Aragorn smirked before wrapping one arm about Legolas’ waist, while the other wrapped about his neck to pull him closer. “’Tis you that I love,” he whispered into the tip of an elven ear, before he moved lower to place the gentlest of kisses upon the elf’s petal soft lips. He pulled back after a moment, to take in the flushed face of the price who now sprawled bonelessly in his arms. “Marry me,” he whispered, “At the coronation, marry me. Do not be alone anymore.” Legolas stared up at him, his cerulean eyes wide with uncertainty and….fear. He could go fearlessly into battle against thousands of orcs, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was afraid and uncertain.
“Aragorn, Estel, you know not what it is you ask.”
“I want you Legolas; I have for a very long time, though I have only just been able to put a name to the ache that resides deep in my breast. I want to wake up every morning with you at my side, I want to know everything about you, I want to claim you, I want to conquer you.” The blond elf stared at him strangely, his beautiful face contorted in a thoughtful look,
“I am afraid,” he said quietly, his face downcast, his beautiful blue eyes a pale color that shone with fear and desire. “An elf mates for life,” he whispered, “I would be bound to you for eternity, and you would share my immortality. Could you live forever, Estel?” Aragorn smile at the beautiful elf at his side, and he cupped Legolas’ chin, gently coaxing his head up so that their eyes could meet.
“I would follow you to the end of time, if it meant that I could claim your heart.” A hopeful look shone in Aragorn’s eyes, oh how badly he wanted the elf that sat before him.
“I…I know not what to say,” Legolas whispered.
“Say yes, leave me not in this torment.” Legolas studied him for a long time, looking for…something. Finally the prince seemed satisfied.
“Yes. I say yes.” Aragorn laughed out loud, before he swooped down to capture Legolas’ lips once again. The sudden force of the kiss toppled the elf to his back, and he let out a small laugh once his lips were released, before his expression turned serious as their eyes once again met. There was desire in Aragorn’s eyes, and with the man pressed fully atop him, Legolas could not deny the desire he felt pressed against his thigh. “Aragorn, I…I have never…not yet. Please.” Aragorn smiled gently as his intended wriggled uncomfortably.
“I shall wait,” he promised as he placed one more fierce kiss to petal soft lips, “though I shan’t wait for long.” Legolas smiled before wiggling free from under Aragorn’s weight.
“Shall we return to the castle?” he questioned softly, extending a hand for the man. Aragorn took his hand and pulled himself from the ground, and using the momentum, he pulled the startled elf into yet another deep kiss.
“We shall, my prince, we shall.”
This is the first chapter of my first LOTR fan fiction, so be nice…please. Currently, I have no idea how long this is going to be, but I do hope to update often (which is probably no less than once a week). Also, please keep in mind that this is unbataed….if there is anyone willing to do the job, it would be greatly appreciated.
I am not going to beg for reviews, but they are always helpful, and chapters have a tendency to get out faster with more reviews.
Sadly, I don’t own the majority of these characters, and the ones that do come from my strange little mind, are probably not worth stealing. Oh, the woes of life.
Pairing: Aragorn/Legolas, Other/Legolas, Elrond/Thranduil, Elladan/Elrohir (only briefly mentioned)
Warnings: Slash, Hurt/Comfort, NCS(Rape), Mpreg….and I am sure there are more, I just can’t think of them.
Part 1: Lost and Found
Arwen stared at Elrond, her lips trembling. She had seen the vision; she had seen the child…her child. She could not, would not give up that future of passion and love.
“Oh child,” Elrond whispered, bringing forth his hand to caress her cheek. “This vision you saw, this vision of a future in Estel’s loving embrace, this vision of a child with eyes the color of your own, it is not true. You saw only what you wanted to see, what your heart yearned to see, but it is not truth.
“But Ada…”
“Arwen please, you must sail to the West to be where you will find happiness.”
“If I sail to the west, I shall never be happy,” she whispered, he beautiful grey eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Aragorn has claimed my heart…”
“Arwen, my lovely one, if you stay, only hurt and pain will await you. If all hap as as you hope, you
would become queen of a great nation, but Aragorn would slowly come to learn that it is not you that holds his heart. Yet he would be faithful to you, and never act on his affections with the one he truly loves. He would become bitter and sad until death by his own hands, claims him.” Arwen paled, and a singlelverlver tear slid from her eyes to land upon her fathers hands.
“I don’t understand Ada, the child…It cannot be.” Elrond sighed sadly, and
placed his hands upon her crown,
“See the true vision dear one, not what your heart yearns for.” At his words, a vision played across her senses. She saw the child run into Aragorn’s awaiting arms, the Evenstar about his neck, still bright and shining, she watched as Aragorn, who looked much younger than in her vision, spun the child playfully around, before hoisting the child up into his hold. The vision differed then, when the young boy looked at her, his eyes were different; they were not the grey of her eyes, but the deepest cerulean in color. Where Arwen’s vision had stopped, this one continued, and she saw as Aragorn turned his head in surprise, before the most brilliant of smiles played across his features. Aragorn carefully placed the child on the ground before running towards someone she could not yet see. She never saw the other figures face, only the person’s back as Aragorn took this new, very male person into his arms. A small gasp escaped her lips as she watched Aragorn place a passionate kiss to the figures lips, his care hardened hands reaching to the back of the figures head to release his hair from its neatly plaited braids. Arwen turned her head from the site, relieved when the vision faded and reality took its place.
“Ada,” she whispered her voice heavy. “Tell me, who was it?” Elrond just looked at her and smiled sadly,
“Oh beautiful child, you know who it is.” Arwen stared at him, her eyes lighting with realization.
“Legolas is the only one whose beauty outshines even that of the Lady Galadriel, and his heart, like his body, is as bright as a star. He shall make Aragorn happshe she said, her voice heavy with defeat. She sighed and stared into the night sky, her face turned so that the stars glittered off of her tears, turning them the color of liquid silver as they tracked down her cheeks. “Reforge the sword Ada, reforge it and I shall sail across the sea.”
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Aragorn was pulled from his reverie when someone joined him beneath the tree that he was sitting.
"I thought you would surely be with your father,” he said to the blond elf, who was now staring into the night sky as he, himself, had been doing only moments before. It was only a three days before Aragorn’s coronation as king of Gondor. Legolas said nothing for a long time, and when he did finally speak, his voice was heavy with unbridled emotion.
“I hear a song in the wind,” he whispered, “A requiem for an innocence lost. I grew up, Aragorn, for all my centuries upon Arda; I grew up, and now it saddens me that I can no longer revel in the simple pleasures that once came so easily to me. The passion has left my being, and I am afraid for my Ada to see the price this war has cost me. I always thought myself immortal, for that is what we are, but now I realize that our life is as brief as a candle flickering in the wind, and though the wick of our existence is longer than yours, we still bleed red, and our life is as quickly extinguishable on the point of an enemy sword or arrow. I have come to realize that I shall die, and that when I do, I shall be alone.” The sadness in Legolas’ words caused something to wrench deep inside Aragorn, and in that moment, it took all of his self control to not reach out to the beautiful fey like creature who sat at his side, he knew Legolas would not take kindly to his sympathy.
They sat in silence for a long time, watching the flickering of the stars, as they rained their light upon Middle Earth, shining their small beacons of hope.
“Do you miss her?” Legolas asked after a time. Aragorn looked at the elf startled, but the young prince’s face revealed no emotion.
“Yes,” he finally said, “It saddens me that I shall never again see her. I love her and I miss her dearly, but I am glad that she has gone. She would lead nothing but a miserable life here, and…I think that in my heart, I have grown to love another. This time, Legolas was the one with a startled look on his face.
“May I inquire as to whom this mysteripersperson may be,” he questioned quietly, a strange look in his eyes. Aragorn stared at the beautiful creature before him, considering his options, before finally making a decision.
“May I kiss you?” Aragorn asked, opening his face for Legolas, allowing him to see the tentative love that burned behind his eyes. Legolas, for his part, looked thoroughly stunned, and for all his elven grace, he managed to only nod dumbly. Aragorn smirked before wrapping one arm about Legolas’ waist, while the other wrapped about his neck to pull him closer. “’Tis you that I love,” he whispered into the tip of an elven ear, before he moved lower to place the gentlest of kisses upon the elf’s petal soft lips. He pulled back after a moment, to take in the flushed face of the price who now sprawled bonelessly in his arms. “Marry me,” he whispered, “At the coronation, marry me. Do not be alone anymore.” Legolas stared up at him, his cerulean eyes wide with uncertainty and….fear. He could go fearlessly into battle against thousands of orcs, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was afraid and uncertain.
“Aragorn, Estel, you know not what it is you ask.”
“I want you Legolas; I have for a very long time, though I have only just been able to put a name to the ache that resides deep in my breast. I want to wake up every morning with you at my side, I want to know everything about you, I want to claim you, I want to conquer you.” The blond elf stared at him strangely, his beautiful face contorted in a thoughtful look,
“I am afraid,” he said quietly, his face downcast, his beautiful blue eyes a pale color that shone with fear and desire. “An elf mates for life,” he whispered, “I would be bound to you for eternity, and you would share my immortality. Could you live forever, Estel?” Aragorn smile at the beautiful elf at his side, and he cupped Legolas’ chin, gently coaxing his head up so that their eyes could meet.
“I would follow you to the end of time, if it meant that I could claim your heart.” A hopeful look shone in Aragorn’s eyes, oh how badly he wanted the elf that sat before him.
“I…I know not what to say,” Legolas whispered.
“Say yes, leave me not in this torment.” Legolas studied him for a long time, looking for…something. Finally the prince seemed satisfied.
“Yes. I say yes.” Aragorn laughed out loud, before he swooped down to capture Legolas’ lips once again. The sudden force of the kiss toppled the elf to his back, and he let out a small laugh once his lips were released, before his expression turned serious as their eyes once again met. There was desire in Aragorn’s eyes, and with the man pressed fully atop him, Legolas could not deny the desire he felt pressed against his thigh. “Aragorn, I…I have never…not yet. Please.” Aragorn smiled gently as his intended wriggled uncomfortably.
“I shall wait,” he promised as he placed one more fierce kiss to petal soft lips, “though I shan’t wait for long.” Legolas smiled before wiggling free from under Aragorn’s weight.
“Shall we return to the castle?” he questioned softly, extending a hand for the man. Aragorn took his hand and pulled himself from the ground, and using the momentum, he pulled the startled elf into yet another deep kiss.
“We shall, my prince, we shall.”