Post by Móreadhiel on Jun 13, 2006 15:08:39 GMT -5
Months and months passed and the days drew longer, and as these weeks went by, but the prince noticed that the times came and Aragorn and Arwen would disappear and be gone long hours of the day and sometimes into the night; leaving him to wander the paths of Imladris alone.
Estel’s arm hard healed and he held no laboring effects, the elf lord even seemed to notice the lack of headaches the man had now.
Legolas learned each sign that Aragorn knew and they now easily communicated among one another, but now, he was beginning to find no use for them for he spent no time with his friend.
And though Elrond was proud that his son was growing stronger and more self-assured, he was worried as the prince continued not to speak. He was even more worried when Estel and Arwen abandoned the elf prince.
He did not verbalize his concerns to the elven king, he merely let it pass by. Elrond knew that if Legolas was going to ever talk, that he would on his own time, no matter what he did or how he was involved.
The blind man and elven princess had seemed to easily accept one another as family, and the elf lord was fine with that.
Elrond always worried that Estel would fall and Arwen would have to help him home, yet each night they returned, walking under their own power and laughing at each others jokes.
As the half-elf watched more closely, one night at dinner, he saw Legolas sit a good ways away from Aragorn while Arwen sat right next to his human son.
Raising an eyebrow, he turned to Legolas. “Son of Thranduil, why do you not sit with your friend. I am sure Arwen will move so that you and Estel may speak together.”
The elven princess looked up at the mention of her name and smiled sweetly, pushing out her chair, she walked to where the prince was seated.
Glorfindel did not miss the look of disappointment that passed through her eyes.
At once, Legolas shook his blonde head and protested noiselessly by shaking his hands and head and hugging his father whom he sat by.
The elven king smiled. “Go ahead, Legolas, I will be alright. I have been wanting to speak with Lady Arwen and you and Estel have not ‘spoken’ in days.”
Aragorn perked up and motioned to the seat next to him. “Yes, Legolas.”
At this moment, the prince did not know what to do. He looked around the table at each of the staring silver and blue eyes.
He almost lost his composure as Glorfindel raised an eyebrow and looked to Arwen, then Estel.
‘He knows!’ the younger blonde elf’s mind screamed and he felt hot beads of sweat upon his face.
With a blush in his cheeks, the prince stood slowly and trotted down to where his human friend sat, eating silently.
Aragorn hugged his friend around the shoulders and smiled at Legolas.
Elrond watched with a wary eye as his daughter sat down next to the elven king and looked with longing blue eyes at her mortal brother as Thranduil chatted.
The elf lord frowned and continued eating. He would speak to both of them later, oh yes. He most definitely would.
~_~
Aragorn stood beside his black horse, he and Arwen had just come from their late night ride and he had offered to brush her horse.
He had and was now onto his own.
Smiling, he hummed an old tune that his brothers had taught him long ago, it was the song that he always sang after riding out with Arwen.
As he continued to sing he felt a chill run down his spine, turning each ear to the side, he tried to hear something.
He felt the black horse shiver with sweat and cold.
“Sorry.” he whispered, continuing to brush down the damp steed.
He was a little surprised when he heard soft footsteps and the dragging of robes towards the barn.
Aragorn smiled and patted his horse upon it’s hind as he finished. The beast ran for it’s stall.
Estel turned, he chuckled. “Legolas, is that you?” he went forward and was ready to have a great conversation with his best friend when he felt a strong hand grab his forearm, anger filling the grip.
“I spoke with Arwen tonight.”
Aragorn thingyed his head, an almost unsure grin coming to his face.
“Ada? What are you doing he-”
Stepping forward, Elrond pushed the human so that he fell into a soft bed of straw, his eyes wide with fright and worry. His father had never pushed him before, especially not when he had not specified it to be alright.
“Father? What is wrong?” he asked, it had not been a hard thrust, only enough to drive him to a seated position.
“I’ll tell you what is wrong, Estel!” the elf lord’s voice was filled with wrath and it scarred the man. He cringed visibly and bit his lip. “You-” he snorted with surprise and irritation. “You fell in love with my daughter, your sister! How could you Aragorn?! How could you?!”
Estel leaned up more and felt a hard pang of guilt hit at his heart and made it shake. “I love her, father. I never meant to, but from the first moment I heard her voice, the first moment Legolas showed me what she looked like- Oh father, I just can not explain it.” The man breathed a sigh and fell back with his arms outspread into the clean straw.
“I should have never let you two meet, I should have known this would happen.” The elf lord looked at his son once more. “Do you not understand? You ARE too young, Estel, you are but a baby chick to her, she does not love you. She only loves you as a brother! She pities your blindness, Aragorn.”
“No!” the man rose to his feet, shakily. He grabbed onto a beam to support his severely shaking legs. “She loves me! She trusts me! She told me so!”
“You took it the wrong way, Estel. She meant she loved you as a sibling, you are too young for a almost three thousand year old elven princess.” Elrond almost laughed at the thought. An immortal princess marrying a twenty year old? ‘Ha, that is just too odd!’
Stumbling back, a pained look on his face, Aragorn clung hard to a beam that held up the barn. His heart was racing and his mind was full of questions.
“That, that can not be-” he listened as Elrond’s stepped away and began to retreat.
The elf lord knew that his son needed some time alone. He knew how to deal with children and small crushes. It always started this way, it had happened to Elladan and Elrohir many times.
As he entered the house, he was assaulted by sounds of laughter and clanging. Because of these, he never heard the clapping of hooves against the cobblestone ground as they faded into the distance.
Estel’s arm hard healed and he held no laboring effects, the elf lord even seemed to notice the lack of headaches the man had now.
Legolas learned each sign that Aragorn knew and they now easily communicated among one another, but now, he was beginning to find no use for them for he spent no time with his friend.
And though Elrond was proud that his son was growing stronger and more self-assured, he was worried as the prince continued not to speak. He was even more worried when Estel and Arwen abandoned the elf prince.
He did not verbalize his concerns to the elven king, he merely let it pass by. Elrond knew that if Legolas was going to ever talk, that he would on his own time, no matter what he did or how he was involved.
The blind man and elven princess had seemed to easily accept one another as family, and the elf lord was fine with that.
Elrond always worried that Estel would fall and Arwen would have to help him home, yet each night they returned, walking under their own power and laughing at each others jokes.
As the half-elf watched more closely, one night at dinner, he saw Legolas sit a good ways away from Aragorn while Arwen sat right next to his human son.
Raising an eyebrow, he turned to Legolas. “Son of Thranduil, why do you not sit with your friend. I am sure Arwen will move so that you and Estel may speak together.”
The elven princess looked up at the mention of her name and smiled sweetly, pushing out her chair, she walked to where the prince was seated.
Glorfindel did not miss the look of disappointment that passed through her eyes.
At once, Legolas shook his blonde head and protested noiselessly by shaking his hands and head and hugging his father whom he sat by.
The elven king smiled. “Go ahead, Legolas, I will be alright. I have been wanting to speak with Lady Arwen and you and Estel have not ‘spoken’ in days.”
Aragorn perked up and motioned to the seat next to him. “Yes, Legolas.”
At this moment, the prince did not know what to do. He looked around the table at each of the staring silver and blue eyes.
He almost lost his composure as Glorfindel raised an eyebrow and looked to Arwen, then Estel.
‘He knows!’ the younger blonde elf’s mind screamed and he felt hot beads of sweat upon his face.
With a blush in his cheeks, the prince stood slowly and trotted down to where his human friend sat, eating silently.
Aragorn hugged his friend around the shoulders and smiled at Legolas.
Elrond watched with a wary eye as his daughter sat down next to the elven king and looked with longing blue eyes at her mortal brother as Thranduil chatted.
The elf lord frowned and continued eating. He would speak to both of them later, oh yes. He most definitely would.
~_~
Aragorn stood beside his black horse, he and Arwen had just come from their late night ride and he had offered to brush her horse.
He had and was now onto his own.
Smiling, he hummed an old tune that his brothers had taught him long ago, it was the song that he always sang after riding out with Arwen.
As he continued to sing he felt a chill run down his spine, turning each ear to the side, he tried to hear something.
He felt the black horse shiver with sweat and cold.
“Sorry.” he whispered, continuing to brush down the damp steed.
He was a little surprised when he heard soft footsteps and the dragging of robes towards the barn.
Aragorn smiled and patted his horse upon it’s hind as he finished. The beast ran for it’s stall.
Estel turned, he chuckled. “Legolas, is that you?” he went forward and was ready to have a great conversation with his best friend when he felt a strong hand grab his forearm, anger filling the grip.
“I spoke with Arwen tonight.”
Aragorn thingyed his head, an almost unsure grin coming to his face.
“Ada? What are you doing he-”
Stepping forward, Elrond pushed the human so that he fell into a soft bed of straw, his eyes wide with fright and worry. His father had never pushed him before, especially not when he had not specified it to be alright.
“Father? What is wrong?” he asked, it had not been a hard thrust, only enough to drive him to a seated position.
“I’ll tell you what is wrong, Estel!” the elf lord’s voice was filled with wrath and it scarred the man. He cringed visibly and bit his lip. “You-” he snorted with surprise and irritation. “You fell in love with my daughter, your sister! How could you Aragorn?! How could you?!”
Estel leaned up more and felt a hard pang of guilt hit at his heart and made it shake. “I love her, father. I never meant to, but from the first moment I heard her voice, the first moment Legolas showed me what she looked like- Oh father, I just can not explain it.” The man breathed a sigh and fell back with his arms outspread into the clean straw.
“I should have never let you two meet, I should have known this would happen.” The elf lord looked at his son once more. “Do you not understand? You ARE too young, Estel, you are but a baby chick to her, she does not love you. She only loves you as a brother! She pities your blindness, Aragorn.”
“No!” the man rose to his feet, shakily. He grabbed onto a beam to support his severely shaking legs. “She loves me! She trusts me! She told me so!”
“You took it the wrong way, Estel. She meant she loved you as a sibling, you are too young for a almost three thousand year old elven princess.” Elrond almost laughed at the thought. An immortal princess marrying a twenty year old? ‘Ha, that is just too odd!’
Stumbling back, a pained look on his face, Aragorn clung hard to a beam that held up the barn. His heart was racing and his mind was full of questions.
“That, that can not be-” he listened as Elrond’s stepped away and began to retreat.
The elf lord knew that his son needed some time alone. He knew how to deal with children and small crushes. It always started this way, it had happened to Elladan and Elrohir many times.
As he entered the house, he was assaulted by sounds of laughter and clanging. Because of these, he never heard the clapping of hooves against the cobblestone ground as they faded into the distance.
