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Aragorn (ranger_aragorn) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-25 20:53:00

Entry tags:

aragorn, arrival, complete, day 9, legolas greenleaf

Who: Aragorn and Legolas
When: Early morning of day 9, just as the weather begins to pick up.
What: Aragorn's arrival
Where: The beach for starters
Rating: PG-13 for Naked Legolas and clearly a naked, drowned rat Aragorn!
Status:COMPLETE!

Despite the turn in events, Aragorn,had been successful in rallying the armies of Rohan and Gondor. In the back of his mind as he now sat atop his horse, Aragorn allowed his mind to wander back to the Elf, a man that the Ranger had began to think of as a friend. The sudden disappearance, was still a puzzle to Aragorn and Gilmi. Even the Dwarf was beginning to miss Legolas and their little friendly competitions in battle. Sighing he ran a hand through his hair. If the Elf had been taken or killed, then Aragorn vowed today he would get that revenge upon the enemy.

Soon he had to put that out of mind as he moved to the front of the great armies that were gathered and ready for battle.The plan was to distract Sauron so Frodo and Sam could get past the Black Gates and destroy the ring. Aragorn knew that this was truly the only way they could defeat the dark enemy. He had to focus, the rest he could deal with later.

It was time. It was time for Aragorn to adress the troops and to encourage them before the battle. He moved back and forth in front of them on horseback. His eyes were dark with focus and intent as he began his speech.

"Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!"

Just as he finished the last word, things began to change and quickly. Aragorn had no idea what was happening.Things began to fade to black,or began to fade into the background completely. He felt light headed, dizzy and out of sorts. First it was him and his horse,everything else was gone now. At first, Aragorn tried to fight the complete darkness that threatened to take him,but it was too strong so it soon was able to do as it intended.

Something wet...something cold and wet fell upon Aragorn as he slowly started to stir. It took him a long time to realize it was rain, and to also gather that he was some place he had no idea where it was. All this made him come to very quickly and focus. His hands were on something grainy, rough. His fingers ran through it. Sand....?

Aragorn was quickly on his feet and looking around. He began to panic. Where was he? Where were the armies? Did Sam and Frodo make it in to destroy the ring? Did they defeat the enemy? His head was swimming with so many questions and thoughts. he was beginning to feel light headed again.

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princegreenleaf
2008-08-07 06:34 pm UTC (link)

It was getting difficult to keep up the pretense that this was just about warming the human. He could feel the heat radiating off him, and could smell the salty sweat on the human's skin. The blanket wasn't needed, and nor was his presence on the human's lap. He knew it, and yet, he didn't move. Maybe he just wanted to fully convince himself that the human was here, and that he wasn't going anywhere. That they were together now. Or maybe, he just liked being in Aragorn's lap. He held the blanket in place, his arms still wrapped around the human's neck affectionately.

Although he was a playful and affectionate being, he was also a skilled hunter, and could sit still for hours when required. He showed every indication of being ready to do just that, his head resting on the human's chest. Their bodies were very close when Aragorn pulled him closer. He wondered why the human was acting this way. What did it all mean? Was Aragorn just that hungry for companionship, did he need comfort that much? And what about Legolas himself, why was he behaving like this? What had changed, other than the setting?

He felt keenly through every nerve of his body the kiss to the top of his head. Another first. Aragorn had certainly never kissed anyone before, not unless the gravest of circumstances made him feel moved to do so. When Boromir had been killed, he realized, was the last time he could remember seeing it. He raised his head and smiled at the human.

"Am I dead, then, that you should kiss me? I told you before, my King, elves are not so easy to kill. Do not mourn for me yet."

He wondered, even as he spoke, if Aragorn would understand the reference to the son of the Steward of Gondor, and how he had kissed him as he lay dying from his wounds. It was a tasteless comment, to be sure, but it was also the only comment that he knew to make that wasn't too revealing of his inner thoughts, of how much the gesture touched him. As he gazed into the blue eyes of the human, he silently begged him to understand, and not take offense to what he had said.

Then, Aragorn looked away, and Legolas looked down. He never looked uncertain, and he didn't really at that time, either. Just thoughtful, which was something that rarely happened.

"You know, I have heard tell of an event... as we came through the hallways of this building, I heard people speaking of it. Some sort of party to celebrate the storm? I think I shall attend..."

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ranger_aragorn
2008-08-07 07:46 pm UTC (link)

Aragorn's eyes went far away and sad when he heard Legolas' words. He meant the action as comfort yet, it didn't surprise him that the Elf linked it the way he did. Aragorn was not one for affection, and especially not like this. He had only done it with Arwen of course on an intimate level. And maybe a few gentle touches to the Hobbits and a few kisses to the cheek to comfort them. Just as he meant here.

He smiled yet it was not happy, it was sad and mournful. When Legolas asked his question. Aragorn knew that he was referring to the kiss he had bestowed upon a dying friend. The man had died in battle and right before Aragorn's eyes. he could not save him and as he laid there listening to him say his final words, Aragorn had kissed him gently upon the head.

"I am sorry my friend. I do not count you dead. It was a mere comfort thing. Though I am not sure if it was for my comfort or yours." He paused and frowned. The death of Boromir was fresh to him even now . And he knew he would always carry it with him.

But add that to the emotions running through him at being here with Legolas, being glad he was untied with him. Being too comfortable on the couch, cuddled up with him. It was far too much. Aragorn needed to think. He was in a strange place, he had been taken away from it all. From all he knew. The only thing that made it bearable was knowing Legolas would be here. Was here now. But he needed time to accept this. To take this all in. And he needed clothes. And needed to sort these disturbing thoughts and emotions going through him about the Elf.

"Perhaps I shall accompany you to find out more about the people here. Even perhaps meet your friend, Riddick." Aragorn paused and smiled playfully at the Elf. Then went serious again. Reluctantly , he removed Legolas from his lap, standing and bringing the blanket with him. He didn't want to but he knew he had to.

"Perhaps though it is time for me to retire to my own quarters and get some rest. And perhaps clothig. It has been quite a strange day, my friend."

Aragorn moved toward the door, gathering his clothing along the way. "Tomorrow, may we meet for morning meal?"

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princegreenleaf
2008-08-07 08:00 pm UTC (link)

It was all very sudden, and yet, he supposed he should be used to the mood shifts in humans. If one thing was constant about the short lived race, it was change. Before he could fully comprehend what had happened, he was rearranged so he was sitting on the couch, and Aragorn was off chasing down his clothing. He watched, vaguely amused, as the Ranger found the last pieces flung all over the room.

He wondered, though, if the sudden change had been about their friend Boromir. Though, really, Aragorn had been closer to him than Legolas ever had. Again, he tended to not have much time to spend on humans, with the one exception of Aragorn himself. He'd been sad when the human had fallen, of course. But not the same way Aragorn had. Still, if that was what was bothering Aragorn, he would let him go, for now. The elf was somewhat known for making tactless comments, so he wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

"You would be more than welcome, although I do not think Riddick will attend. He does not seem to me to be the sort that enjoys parties very much. You may have to wait for another day for that dubious pleasure."

He watched as Aragorn dressed himself, and hoped for his sake that the clothing was dry. Dark eyes tracked the Ranger as he prepared himself to leave. What could he say? He wasn't going to ask him to stay. He himself was far too much of a free spirit to try and chain someone down where they did not wish to be. So he simply watched, and nodded at the last comment the Ranger made.

"Yes, I would be glad to join you. This food is much better than your cooking, you should be glad to hear. It might even surpass the Hobbit Sam's cooking." he laughed softly, hiding his true feelings with the expression as he always did. "Remember, my King, that all you must do here is focus on what you want, and you get it. Your room, your clothing...."

To demonstrate, he concentrated and his room flickered back into the woodland grove it had been when they first entered.

"Just focus, and it is yours. Farewell, my friend. Until we meet again."

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