Lord of the Rings fanfiction
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rosa_cottonTitle: Discreet Disenchantment
Rating: G (K)
Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings, all characters, places, and related terms are the sole property of J.R.R. Tolkien's estate and New Line Cinema.
Summary: What cheers one heart leaves another cold. What one friend thinks will greatly encourage, another sees as indifferent. Why so?
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Aragorn is so absorbed in his thoughts of warning Théoden of the army making its way towards Helm’s Deep that he does not realize his path to the doors of the main hall is blocked until he almost bumps into Legolas. The two inspect the other for a silent moment.
“You are late,” the elf states in elfish. A faint hint of amusement and a smile touch his face.
Aragorn cocks his head, his eyes questioning.
A frown washes over his friend’s face. After looking the ranger over again, he says in the common tongue, “You look terrible.”
A surprised grin escapes Aragorn, and he laughs a rusty, genuine, forgotten sound. His spirits lift slightly, and the frightening memories of soaring through air, swept through water, and lost in darkness begin to fade. Heartily he clasps the elf’s shoulder.
His gaze is drawn downward, his eyes growing dark and puzzled, as he feels Legolas press something into his hand. Slowly, he opens his hand to discover the Evenstar. It shines pure and bright nestled in his rough and dirty palm. Aragorn gazes at it quietly. The jewel feels cold and heavy – like his heart.
The man strangely feels no joy having it again, knowing it has not been lost. His heart does not beat more quickly. Seeing it does not bring a vision of Arwen to his mind as it once did. It is nothing more than a beautiful priceless jewel. A silent sigh flows from him.
Aragorn straightens. Suddenly he is aware of a wave of warmth gently passing over him. He senses somewhere nearby he is being observed by eyes as grey as the sea. Eowyn. Unconsciously he has searched for her since entering the fort. His heart skips a beat. The weariness clinging to him like a cloak starts to slip away. And he realizes.
Finally the man looks back up at his friend. Legolas smiles, pleasure in his eyes. The words on the tip of Aragorn’s tongue flee. And he cannot. Not with this burden in his hand. Not with his friend looking at him like that. Not with the shieldmaiden watching him, so near and yet so far. Not with danger quickly coming upon them. He cannot.
Aragorn’s smile is forced; Legolas’ widens and he steps to the side. The ranger nods, the gesture taking much effort. For a brief, final time he basks in the warmth surrounding him, drawing some strength for what lies ahead. Then he closes his hand around the Evenstar and moves toward the doors of the hall.
The warmth falls away, and he feels cold again. He is strongly tempted to discover where Eowyn is, to get a glimpse of her before he becomes caught up with worries and plans of the coming night. Yet he does not. Perhaps when it is over, when the dawn comes, when he can try to have a moment with her… Then…
Putting the Evenstar in his pocket, Aragorn pushes open the doors and enters the hall.
THE END
Rating: G (K)
Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings, all characters, places, and related terms are the sole property of J.R.R. Tolkien's estate and New Line Cinema.
Summary: What cheers one heart leaves another cold. What one friend thinks will greatly encourage, another sees as indifferent. Why so?
~~~
Aragorn is so absorbed in his thoughts of warning Théoden of the army making its way towards Helm’s Deep that he does not realize his path to the doors of the main hall is blocked until he almost bumps into Legolas. The two inspect the other for a silent moment.
“You are late,” the elf states in elfish. A faint hint of amusement and a smile touch his face.
Aragorn cocks his head, his eyes questioning.
A frown washes over his friend’s face. After looking the ranger over again, he says in the common tongue, “You look terrible.”
A surprised grin escapes Aragorn, and he laughs a rusty, genuine, forgotten sound. His spirits lift slightly, and the frightening memories of soaring through air, swept through water, and lost in darkness begin to fade. Heartily he clasps the elf’s shoulder.
His gaze is drawn downward, his eyes growing dark and puzzled, as he feels Legolas press something into his hand. Slowly, he opens his hand to discover the Evenstar. It shines pure and bright nestled in his rough and dirty palm. Aragorn gazes at it quietly. The jewel feels cold and heavy – like his heart.
The man strangely feels no joy having it again, knowing it has not been lost. His heart does not beat more quickly. Seeing it does not bring a vision of Arwen to his mind as it once did. It is nothing more than a beautiful priceless jewel. A silent sigh flows from him.
Aragorn straightens. Suddenly he is aware of a wave of warmth gently passing over him. He senses somewhere nearby he is being observed by eyes as grey as the sea. Eowyn. Unconsciously he has searched for her since entering the fort. His heart skips a beat. The weariness clinging to him like a cloak starts to slip away. And he realizes.
Finally the man looks back up at his friend. Legolas smiles, pleasure in his eyes. The words on the tip of Aragorn’s tongue flee. And he cannot. Not with this burden in his hand. Not with his friend looking at him like that. Not with the shieldmaiden watching him, so near and yet so far. Not with danger quickly coming upon them. He cannot.
Aragorn’s smile is forced; Legolas’ widens and he steps to the side. The ranger nods, the gesture taking much effort. For a brief, final time he basks in the warmth surrounding him, drawing some strength for what lies ahead. Then he closes his hand around the Evenstar and moves toward the doors of the hall.
The warmth falls away, and he feels cold again. He is strongly tempted to discover where Eowyn is, to get a glimpse of her before he becomes caught up with worries and plans of the coming night. Yet he does not. Perhaps when it is over, when the dawn comes, when he can try to have a moment with her… Then…
Putting the Evenstar in his pocket, Aragorn pushes open the doors and enters the hall.
THE END
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Date: 2008-11-09 04:44 pm (UTC)thought this was a great story
i love their pairing