Author's note: It's my first fic in the Tolkien's world, and I would love it if you could just send me some reviews, to tell me if you liked it, or I've done any mistakes or if you want me to continue. I would adore you for my whole life! Thanks!!
Disclaimer: I wouldn't even dream to own any of these amazing characters
Who Lives On Love Lives On Forever
"You will always be beautiful to me, and I a lover for you."
- C. di Pers
~~~~ Aragorn ~~~~~
It's true that it is quite unusual for a king to hang around in common pubs surrounded by simple people, some of them were even thieves and murderers, but I always liked to be around my people. I want to hear their needs, their complains or anything that bothered them and I could fix. After all, I can protect myself, if it is needed.
But there is also, another reason why I like to be here. I want to be away from the castle. And particularly away from her. My wife.
Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against Arwen. She has never done any harm to me. On the contrary, she was always loving and caring and stood by my side in good and bad times. She is everything a husband could ask for.
But not I. I care for her, that's for sure, and I may have loved her when we first met. But it all fainted away when I first laid my eyes on that blond prince.
I fell in love with Legolas from the very first moment I saw him and, as he later told me, he had loved me from that moment as well. It took me quite a while, to make him admit that, but when he finally did, we became inseparable. Until that cold night, 15 years ago, when I lost him forever.
But, despite all those years that I haven't seen him, I still love him. He is the one in my heart and could never be replaced, no matter how hard Arwen had tried to make me love her.
Whenever I touched her, or tried to kiss her, there was always that same image in my head. Legolas. Some times, I whispered his name in the nights, praying that Arwen wouldn't hear it, but I couldn't control myself. The pain for our lost love tore me apart.
And that's what brings me here, to our local pub, "The Wandering Strider," named after me, surrounded of loud and noisy people, who gather to tell me their stories. But my thoughts are traveling away again, as they always do.
~~~~ Legolas ~~~~~
He has changed a lot. I almost wouldn't recognize him, if I hadn't heard those people calling him King Elessar. When I first saw him, I felt like I would scream from joy, as my heart began racing in a thundering rhythm.
But then, I remembered what had happened all those years ago and it kept me back. So decided to stay where I was, in that dark corner of the pub. As I kept watching him, my mind was filled with memories, which I thought were long forgotten.
I didn't even know why I was there. My legs had just led my back to Gondor, ‘cause my need to see him was bigger than any commands my mind would give me.
I must have been staring at him for hours, when something that the waiter said grabbed my attention.
"Since, we all know how fond you are about Elves, my king, I think you should pay particular attention to our guest tonight. You see? The one in the corner."
I was alarmed. I couldn't let him see me. I immediately jumped up and began walking fast towards the door. I could see that every head in the pub had turned to see me, so I put the hood of my elven cloak on my head. How I wished, he wouldn't recognize me!
When I reached the door, I heard the waiter calling me: "Hey, where are you going? You haven't paid!" Then I heard Aragorn's voice. "Elf! Wait!"
As much as I wanted it, I didn't stop. Instead, I kept running, hoping that no one would follow me.
Until I felt a hand grabbing my arm.
~~~~ Aragorn ~~~~
I had seen that elf very briefly, but somehow, he seemed terribly familiar to me. And there was something that troubled me, in the way he had taken off so suddenly.
My people thought that I liked elves ‘cause of my wife, but that wasn't the whole truth. I mostly wanted to talk to every elf that happened to travel to my country, so that I could ask them if they had heard something about my lover. So far, I hadn't received any valuable information.
But, in my heart, I knew that I had to talk to that particular elf. I spotted him running towards an empty street and immediately followed him.
I was faster than he was, so it didn't take long until I had reached him. When I grabbed him and turned him around, I got the shock of my life.
"Legolas!" I screamed and my voice echoed in the empty street, repeating my lover's name several times.
"Let me go," he demanded, trying to free himself from me. His eyes shined with anger and some other feelings, which I couldn't detect.
I couldn't believe my eyes. I thought that I would never see the elf again and here he was now, standing in front of me, in my own kingdom.
"No, I won't let you go," I cried in agony, "Why do you want to leave me again?"
As I loosen my grip momentarily, he took the opportunity and ran off, but not before he could manage to hit my stomach with his elbow. I hissed in pain and fell down.
As soon as I could stand up, I began running again. Legolas had already advanced, but I was lucky enough to spot him again near the gate.
"Wait," I screamed, "Come back, Legolas! Come back!"
When the guards saw me chasing him, they were immediately alarmed. They jumped of their seats and pulled their swords out. Before could say anything to prevent them, it happened.
Legolas fell down, crying in pain. One of the guars had shot a bow, which hit him on the chest, only a few inches away from the heart.
My breath stopped. I dropped to my knees, next to the unconscious elf. "What have you done, you fools? Legolas! Oh, my God! Legolas, don't die." I felt tears running down my cheeks.
The guards were talking to me, but I couldn't hear them. It was like the whole world was black and empty and the only thing that existed was Legolas.
Legolas lying dead in front of me. No, no, he couldn't be dead.
"Quickly, bring me a horse." I commanded, "We must get him to the castle."
They brought me a horse immediately and I climbed up, as they helped me pull up Legolas with me. I road hard, with hot tears running down my face.
I couldn't lose my love again, now that I had found him. I couldn't...
To be continued... (if you like it)
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