Post by Móreadhiel on Jun 13, 2006 14:53:52 GMT -5
~One week later~
“Legolas, pass the salad.”
The prince smiled and reached forward, grabbing the wanted bowl he carefully placed it in the man’s open hands.
“Hannon le, mellon nin.” Aragorn said as he dished a fair amount of the green lettuce.
Elrond looked up from his own dish, fixing his eyes upon his human son.
“So, Aragorn how was you and Legolas’s walk today?”
The prince looked up again at the mention of his name, he smiled wide and nodded.
“Good. The sun was nice, it felt good and I am sure it did wonders for the prince.”
Thranduil looked to his son, who rolled his blue eyes and pointed at Aragorn.
The man swatted his hand away and chuckled. “We, both, feel better.” he said playfully rubbing Legolas’s head.
“Well, tomorrow maybe we could take a picnic and continue outside. What do you both say?”
The smile on the elven prince’s face grew ever wider and he quickly nodded, his excitement growing. He had not been on a picnic in a long time.
Since Greenwood had turned dark, Thranduil had not let them go out on a picnic since then.
Estel put his hand in front of Legolas’s face. “Do it again.” he said softly.
A little befuddled, Legolas complied and nodded his head just as he had the moments before.
The human grinned, “Agreed then!”
~_~
The two horses raced up the valley side, their manes and tails blowing boisterously in the summer sunlight.
Elrond had told Legolas and Aragorn they could ride ahead to the spot that was designated for picnics. It was well out of the way of any danger and the half-elven lord thought it would be the perfect place for them to sit and watch the waterfall without causing the man among them any discomfort..
Legolas turned his eyes to see Aragorn smiled excitedly. He took it that the boy never got much of a chance to gallop, from the look on his face.
As they reached the top of the hill, the two horses slowed and Estel climbed off his horse and whispering some elvish praises to the beast, he let it go off to graze.
“Come, Legolas. It is just on the other side.”
A rustle of the leaves drew the princes attention. He saw four other elves walk forward. They carried their own items and seemed to have just finished their meal.
Legolas watched as they looked at Aragorn with amusement.
He stood, stark still, his cheeks pale and his teeth clenched. The walking stick he carried resting against the grass.
“Hey, look. It’s Estel.” one of the younger elves said, smiling wickedly as they closed in on the human.
Sliding off his horse, Legolas patted the animal and watched closely as the four elves closed in on his friend.
“I see you have your little stick today.” one taunted, kicking the thin wooden branch that had obviously been carved into a more beautiful walking stick. “Let me help you with that.” Legolas felt his heart beat harder as the crude raven haired elf quickly snapped the staff away.
“Oh, did little Estel trip again.” one mocked as they tugged at Aragorn’s broken arm.
The prince’s heart skipped as another of the rude beings pulled at one of the human’s rounded ears and in a mocking tone said: “ Hey, ya know. Humans’ sight are a lot like their ears. You think their brains are as dull their sight.”
This made Legolas’s anger rise through his own pointed ears. They turned almost beat red with ire.
Without thinking, he took a few steps forward and took the other elf’s arm in his hands, then twisted it harshly.
The others watched as this new elf came in and kicked their friend in the stomach.
It went on a few for moments in Legolas’s favor, but the younger elf spun round and punched the prince hard in his back.
He cried out in surprised and Aragorn turned to face his foe, taking a few, oddly, steady steps forward he listened for the gleeful laughter and pulling his arm back he delivered his punch.
It hit the tormenter straight in the chin, the younger elf, Kiron, felt his head snap back. He stumbled and shook his head gently.
He grunted and glared at Estel, crying out, he ran for the human. Waiting patiently, Aragorn listened for the footsteps and as soon as they were close enough he stepped aside and punched Kiron in the side.
His punch was forceful enough and it pushed Kiron away, he landed among his friends, moaning and sobbing at the pain in his chin and side.
The blow was rigid enough that the skin on Aragorn’s knuckles broke and a little blood flowed from the wound.
Since the man did not do much fighting, his skin was not tough. It was actually quite smooth and it hurt oddly upon his knuckles.
The three other elves dragged their friend backwards, fright written all over their faces.
They distributed the weight of Kiron between them and walked down the hill, whispering between each other about the blind man and the new elf.
Thank you,
For being my friend,
For being the one,
All through my depend,
We’ve been a team,
Come rain or shine,
I love you my friend,
For giving to me,
For being my confidence,
For letting me be me,
For sharing your heart,
For taking a stand,
I want to be like you,
I love you,
My friend.
Aragorn dropped next to Legolas, the elf was breathing hard and tried to push the man’s hands away.
“No, Legolas. Let me see.”
I thank God for sending someone,
Like you to me!
I’m glad we found each other!
Lifting his shirt, the prince let Estel press his ear near his pale skin.
“Breath in.”
Legolas did as he was told, waiting patiently as Aragorn felt his stomach.
He saw the smile on the man’s face. “You’ll be fine.” he chuckled and patted the prince’s shoulder with his uninjured arm.
‘Thank you Estel.’ Legolas placed a careful hand on the human’s broken arm and smiled through his harsh breathing.
“No need to thank me, mellon nin. We saved each other, I think one day, you will do a deed greater for me.” he grinned and sat down on the grass beside Legolas.
Reaching over, he grabbed his walking stick and leaned on it while he waited for Elrond and Thranduil. His thoughts were trapped in a whirl when a question he had been longing to know came to mind.
He felt uncomfortable asking, but-
“Legolas?”
He waited a moment for the elf then asked his question a little hesitantly at first but as he spoke his mind became more open.
“You know what I look like, but I do not know how you look. And since you can’t tell me-” he reached his hand towards the prince’s face.
Immediately, the elven prince understood. To look, Aragorn had to touch. Similar to the fact that he had top hear to see. It was like, feeling a surface in the dark to see where you are going.
Legolas scooted forward, so that he was exactly facing Aragorn and then he grasped the man’s hand and put it on his face.
“ I will be careful.” the human assured, gently beginning to feel over the elf’s smooth face. “I have just been curious for so long.” he said as he felt along Legolas’s cheek bone and ran his fingers up the prince’s nose. “I mean, father has told me of all the different elves and I was just curious-”
At this point, Legolas brought his finger up and put it to Aragorn’s lips. He smiled and shook his head gently.
The man grinned. “Well alright. I’ll stop.” he moved his hand and placed it atop the prince’s soft blonde hair.
He chuckled, “So you do have golden hair?”
Looking a bit dumbfounded, Legolas lifted his eyebrows.
“Well,” Estel explained. “When in the sun, I can tell what hair color one has by touching it. If your hair was black, it would draw in the sun more. The darker you tresses the warmer your hair is. And your is not too warm. Here-” Aragorn grabbed one of Legolas’s hands and brought it up to his own head. “Feel it.” he instructed.
The prince did as he was told, Aragorn’s hair was very hot. He almost had to keep his hand away.
After he stopped, the man moved Legolas’s hand to the prince’s own hair.
“Feel the difference?” he asked softly.
The young elf nodded, smiling a bit at the new found information. He enjoyed spending time with Aragorn, it taught him new things and showed him a little glimpse of the man’s sightless world.
He was thinking more on this when the sounds of voices down the pathway. Legolas looked to Estel, asking in silence who it was.
The prince, had outstanding hearing, as every elf does, but Aragorn’s hearing was better and he could hear exactly who it was, even when Legolas could not.
“It is our fathers.” he responded to the peace. “They are riding on horses as well.”
Rising to his feet, Estel put a hand out towards the prince. “Need a hand.”
Legolas groaned as he was helped to his feet, he swayed a bit but easily gained his ground and breathed in the sweet smelling air when the world spun.
“You alright?” The man asked, leaning on his staff and listening. He had heard Legolas’s slowing breathing and worried a bit for the young elf.
“Estel. Legolas.” Lord Elrond’s voice greeted from a few feet away.
Aragorn pursed his lips together and nodded. “We had an encounter with Kiron and his friends.”
The sound of faint footsteps on the grassy ground came to the human’s sharp ears and he waited patiently as Elrond lifted his shirt and check his body for any bruises, abrasions, or breaks.
The elf lord saw the small droplets of crimson liquid dripping from Estel’s knuckles, he took the boy’s hand in his own and sighed.
“Estel.” he whispered, a little unbelieving he placed his own pale fingers upon the man’s knuckles, feeling as the blood clung to his digits. “Why did you fight? You could have been seriously injured, my son.”
But a few feet away, Thranduil was hugging his own son. The elven king was smiling at the younger elf with a grin that took all his words away.
“You always have to fight, don’t you, Legolas?”
At this Aragorn chuckled and brushed his dark head against his father’s shoulder.
“Well, thanks to your son, I don’t think those ‘Elflings’ will bother me again?” The man smiled and Thranduil knew that it was a smile of thankfulness to Legolas.
The prince saw it and frowned, he knew that Aragorn had helped him just as much, but the thing that bother the prince was that he could not argue. He could not VOICE his opinions, he had no voice!
“Let’s eat.” the elf lord said as he made his way back to his horse and pulled out the picnic basket and soft quilt he had brought along.
All the elves and the blind man sat down for a meal together as the summer light began to cross the sky.
None knew what would happen but a week later, but they would have never guessed it.
“Legolas, pass the salad.”
The prince smiled and reached forward, grabbing the wanted bowl he carefully placed it in the man’s open hands.
“Hannon le, mellon nin.” Aragorn said as he dished a fair amount of the green lettuce.
Elrond looked up from his own dish, fixing his eyes upon his human son.
“So, Aragorn how was you and Legolas’s walk today?”
The prince looked up again at the mention of his name, he smiled wide and nodded.
“Good. The sun was nice, it felt good and I am sure it did wonders for the prince.”
Thranduil looked to his son, who rolled his blue eyes and pointed at Aragorn.
The man swatted his hand away and chuckled. “We, both, feel better.” he said playfully rubbing Legolas’s head.
“Well, tomorrow maybe we could take a picnic and continue outside. What do you both say?”
The smile on the elven prince’s face grew ever wider and he quickly nodded, his excitement growing. He had not been on a picnic in a long time.
Since Greenwood had turned dark, Thranduil had not let them go out on a picnic since then.
Estel put his hand in front of Legolas’s face. “Do it again.” he said softly.
A little befuddled, Legolas complied and nodded his head just as he had the moments before.
The human grinned, “Agreed then!”
~_~
The two horses raced up the valley side, their manes and tails blowing boisterously in the summer sunlight.
Elrond had told Legolas and Aragorn they could ride ahead to the spot that was designated for picnics. It was well out of the way of any danger and the half-elven lord thought it would be the perfect place for them to sit and watch the waterfall without causing the man among them any discomfort..
Legolas turned his eyes to see Aragorn smiled excitedly. He took it that the boy never got much of a chance to gallop, from the look on his face.
As they reached the top of the hill, the two horses slowed and Estel climbed off his horse and whispering some elvish praises to the beast, he let it go off to graze.
“Come, Legolas. It is just on the other side.”
A rustle of the leaves drew the princes attention. He saw four other elves walk forward. They carried their own items and seemed to have just finished their meal.
Legolas watched as they looked at Aragorn with amusement.
He stood, stark still, his cheeks pale and his teeth clenched. The walking stick he carried resting against the grass.
“Hey, look. It’s Estel.” one of the younger elves said, smiling wickedly as they closed in on the human.
Sliding off his horse, Legolas patted the animal and watched closely as the four elves closed in on his friend.
“I see you have your little stick today.” one taunted, kicking the thin wooden branch that had obviously been carved into a more beautiful walking stick. “Let me help you with that.” Legolas felt his heart beat harder as the crude raven haired elf quickly snapped the staff away.
“Oh, did little Estel trip again.” one mocked as they tugged at Aragorn’s broken arm.
The prince’s heart skipped as another of the rude beings pulled at one of the human’s rounded ears and in a mocking tone said: “ Hey, ya know. Humans’ sight are a lot like their ears. You think their brains are as dull their sight.”
This made Legolas’s anger rise through his own pointed ears. They turned almost beat red with ire.
Without thinking, he took a few steps forward and took the other elf’s arm in his hands, then twisted it harshly.
The others watched as this new elf came in and kicked their friend in the stomach.
It went on a few for moments in Legolas’s favor, but the younger elf spun round and punched the prince hard in his back.
He cried out in surprised and Aragorn turned to face his foe, taking a few, oddly, steady steps forward he listened for the gleeful laughter and pulling his arm back he delivered his punch.
It hit the tormenter straight in the chin, the younger elf, Kiron, felt his head snap back. He stumbled and shook his head gently.
He grunted and glared at Estel, crying out, he ran for the human. Waiting patiently, Aragorn listened for the footsteps and as soon as they were close enough he stepped aside and punched Kiron in the side.
His punch was forceful enough and it pushed Kiron away, he landed among his friends, moaning and sobbing at the pain in his chin and side.
The blow was rigid enough that the skin on Aragorn’s knuckles broke and a little blood flowed from the wound.
Since the man did not do much fighting, his skin was not tough. It was actually quite smooth and it hurt oddly upon his knuckles.
The three other elves dragged their friend backwards, fright written all over their faces.
They distributed the weight of Kiron between them and walked down the hill, whispering between each other about the blind man and the new elf.
Thank you,
For being my friend,
For being the one,
All through my depend,
We’ve been a team,
Come rain or shine,
I love you my friend,
For giving to me,
For being my confidence,
For letting me be me,
For sharing your heart,
For taking a stand,
I want to be like you,
I love you,
My friend.
Aragorn dropped next to Legolas, the elf was breathing hard and tried to push the man’s hands away.
“No, Legolas. Let me see.”
I thank God for sending someone,
Like you to me!
I’m glad we found each other!
Lifting his shirt, the prince let Estel press his ear near his pale skin.
“Breath in.”
Legolas did as he was told, waiting patiently as Aragorn felt his stomach.
He saw the smile on the man’s face. “You’ll be fine.” he chuckled and patted the prince’s shoulder with his uninjured arm.
‘Thank you Estel.’ Legolas placed a careful hand on the human’s broken arm and smiled through his harsh breathing.
“No need to thank me, mellon nin. We saved each other, I think one day, you will do a deed greater for me.” he grinned and sat down on the grass beside Legolas.
Reaching over, he grabbed his walking stick and leaned on it while he waited for Elrond and Thranduil. His thoughts were trapped in a whirl when a question he had been longing to know came to mind.
He felt uncomfortable asking, but-
“Legolas?”
He waited a moment for the elf then asked his question a little hesitantly at first but as he spoke his mind became more open.
“You know what I look like, but I do not know how you look. And since you can’t tell me-” he reached his hand towards the prince’s face.
Immediately, the elven prince understood. To look, Aragorn had to touch. Similar to the fact that he had top hear to see. It was like, feeling a surface in the dark to see where you are going.
Legolas scooted forward, so that he was exactly facing Aragorn and then he grasped the man’s hand and put it on his face.
“ I will be careful.” the human assured, gently beginning to feel over the elf’s smooth face. “I have just been curious for so long.” he said as he felt along Legolas’s cheek bone and ran his fingers up the prince’s nose. “I mean, father has told me of all the different elves and I was just curious-”
At this point, Legolas brought his finger up and put it to Aragorn’s lips. He smiled and shook his head gently.
The man grinned. “Well alright. I’ll stop.” he moved his hand and placed it atop the prince’s soft blonde hair.
He chuckled, “So you do have golden hair?”
Looking a bit dumbfounded, Legolas lifted his eyebrows.
“Well,” Estel explained. “When in the sun, I can tell what hair color one has by touching it. If your hair was black, it would draw in the sun more. The darker you tresses the warmer your hair is. And your is not too warm. Here-” Aragorn grabbed one of Legolas’s hands and brought it up to his own head. “Feel it.” he instructed.
The prince did as he was told, Aragorn’s hair was very hot. He almost had to keep his hand away.
After he stopped, the man moved Legolas’s hand to the prince’s own hair.
“Feel the difference?” he asked softly.
The young elf nodded, smiling a bit at the new found information. He enjoyed spending time with Aragorn, it taught him new things and showed him a little glimpse of the man’s sightless world.
He was thinking more on this when the sounds of voices down the pathway. Legolas looked to Estel, asking in silence who it was.
The prince, had outstanding hearing, as every elf does, but Aragorn’s hearing was better and he could hear exactly who it was, even when Legolas could not.
“It is our fathers.” he responded to the peace. “They are riding on horses as well.”
Rising to his feet, Estel put a hand out towards the prince. “Need a hand.”
Legolas groaned as he was helped to his feet, he swayed a bit but easily gained his ground and breathed in the sweet smelling air when the world spun.
“You alright?” The man asked, leaning on his staff and listening. He had heard Legolas’s slowing breathing and worried a bit for the young elf.
“Estel. Legolas.” Lord Elrond’s voice greeted from a few feet away.
Aragorn pursed his lips together and nodded. “We had an encounter with Kiron and his friends.”
The sound of faint footsteps on the grassy ground came to the human’s sharp ears and he waited patiently as Elrond lifted his shirt and check his body for any bruises, abrasions, or breaks.
The elf lord saw the small droplets of crimson liquid dripping from Estel’s knuckles, he took the boy’s hand in his own and sighed.
“Estel.” he whispered, a little unbelieving he placed his own pale fingers upon the man’s knuckles, feeling as the blood clung to his digits. “Why did you fight? You could have been seriously injured, my son.”
But a few feet away, Thranduil was hugging his own son. The elven king was smiling at the younger elf with a grin that took all his words away.
“You always have to fight, don’t you, Legolas?”
At this Aragorn chuckled and brushed his dark head against his father’s shoulder.
“Well, thanks to your son, I don’t think those ‘Elflings’ will bother me again?” The man smiled and Thranduil knew that it was a smile of thankfulness to Legolas.
The prince saw it and frowned, he knew that Aragorn had helped him just as much, but the thing that bother the prince was that he could not argue. He could not VOICE his opinions, he had no voice!
“Let’s eat.” the elf lord said as he made his way back to his horse and pulled out the picnic basket and soft quilt he had brought along.
All the elves and the blind man sat down for a meal together as the summer light began to cross the sky.
None knew what would happen but a week later, but they would have never guessed it.
