Fanfiction - Winter Sleep [Aragorn/Legolas] Title: Winter Sleep Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (movieverse)
Pairing: Aragorn / Legolas
Rating: PG-13 Summary: "What prevents him from leaving is not the hand of Aragorn, who seems to have captured and chained, but a strange pressure on his heart, that holds dall'alzarsi that bed and out into the wind. "
Notes: When you do not have a decent Internet connection, you write about these things. Then if the scene is induced by a video, which never ended, and we will add a heavy dose of fluff ... fanfiction you get a sickly sweet. Betata not because I'm lazy. Ergo I was terrified that they are both blatantly OOC vabbuò uu. The title comes from a song by Olivia bellerrima that
you feel.
Warnings: slash Obviously, I'm afraid OOC, fluff in the car. More than my soul which required a soft Aragorn.
Disclaimer: I swear to you that are not mine. I'm just fiddle, then put them back in their place.
Spade. Screams. And blood. Coming from nowhere, all around him.
There was not a sound until a moment before, and now a raging battle.
Aragorn looks around lost, feels the hilt of his sword in his hand and discovered to be covered in blood.
Beside him is Gimli, is fighting fiercely.
But when the battle began? Do not you remember.
instinctively begins to fight, throws blows, does not leave time to work to his memory.
yet know those walls, he knows these soldiers.
am at Helm's Deep. And those around him are the Uruk-hai of Saruman.
The man falters for a moment. That battle was won long ago.
-Aragorn! -
At the sound of his name, to the sound of his voice, turns suddenly.
Legolas called it. Meet his eye lens.
look that is instantly petrified. Along with all the senses of Aragorn.
A rough and broad sword of an enemy emerging from the elf's slender chest, his coat is stained with blood. As in slow motion, fell to his knees, breathing cut off.
Aragorn felt himself screaming, he felt his body moving frantically to the dying body.
The grab just before it falls to the ground, and you leave the blond head on his arm.
feel the tears sting your eyes.
Why Legolas's eyes are not looking for his eager, as usual?
Why are staring glassy sky so damn dark?
as if it belonged to another, he sees his own hand resting on his heart, which seems to have stopped, and then go to the other breast, which beat is now gone forever.
Aragorn-...-
Legolas gone.
-Aragorn ... ! Aragorn ... ! -
Legolas is dead.
-Aragorn, I feel ...?-
-Noooooooooooo !!!!-
Aragorn's eyes open while shooting rises headfirst from the pillow, his chest heaving.
see straight ahead of his elf's body, staring and bloody clothes.
suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around.
Legolas is sitting on her bed, looking worried. In the heat if they had not noticed.
A doubt creeps into his mind yet completely linked to that dream.
that will also be an illusion? Or is he really there to look anxious?
Aragorn reaches out uncertain, almost without breathing, until get to the soft skin of the face of the other.
there. It 'really there.
-Aragorn, it's all right ... ? -
Now it's all right, yes. With a sense of relief that he had never heard you throw sull'elfo with open arms, wrapping it in a warm embrace and scared.
-you are here ... -
The whispers buried in his shoulder, soft fabric of her dress dark green.
senses the breath of Legolas being short in surprise and then slowly adjust back, as he shakes with his thin arms. He feels his lips to your ear, in a whisper quiet.
-You made me worry. Talk in my sleep so loud that I heard the other tent. You had a nightmare? -
the light of day this scene is ridiculous, it is said Aragorn, seem to be a mother and a child. Yet it feels so good in the embrace elf.
-You're alive .-
not a question, a direct statement. As a confirmation of that idea holds him even more of him, clinging with all his strength to his clothes.
-Well sure, but I'm alive. I'm still in one piece! -
Ride answering, and now strokes his hair, slightly wavy and dark, with thin fingers.
are soft and delicate, and the man relaxes more and more under his touch.
do not know because they remain so, embracing sitting on that bed, and out of the tent pulls a strange wind that shakes the walls.
Their breaths are the only thing that breaks the silence, a strange silence that seems to pervade the space, leaving out the noises of the camp and soldiers.
-Aragorn? -
No response. Just a whisper uniformative sleep and suffocated by the fabric.
Legolas turns to look: he closed his eyes, eyelids cover her dark blue irises.
-What 's you fell asleep again? -
seems so. Carefully hand elf slipped again in the hair of the other, stroking and passandoseli between the fingers. Dita followed shortly after by the same face of Legolas, who in a fit of affection sticking his nose in his companion's silky hair.
-Legolas, you tickle me ... -
That annoyed grunt is so unexpected that the elf burst into giggles, causing a strange puff of dark hair, where he found asylum.
-Look, there is a cushion, just below you, which is much more comfortable in my shoulder .-
whispered, pulling back the blankets, while he still keeps his eyes closed.
-I would not be so sure ... -
last caress sweet face, the fingers of Legolas that graze the little hair that remained on the face and then run down the cheek, lingering on the dark beard a few seconds more.
-E tries to dream of something more pleasant this time -
says, before rising to leave, under the gaze piercing blue eyes of Aragorn, who are now pointed straight at him. Their eyes are the same, both blue, sad and oddly have the same depth, which seems out of place in the eyes of a man.
But nothing seems to be that of Aragorn, even a wisdom that is better suited to an elf plurimillennial. Wisdom that often, as at that time, manages to be simply swept away by the very presence of him who is studying it now.
-Legolas ... -
As mentioned, the elf man bends down again, closing his eyes again.
Their breaths meet and mingle in the air, while the two seem to wait for something.
-Mh? -
answers then Legolas, looking around a clue about the intentions of Aragorn.
hears only after the hand rising from the mattress, and resting on his head. Non-violent, non aggressive, but gentle and caressing. Watch
without understanding the other, while the hand along his road to the cheek, touching her sweet.
And almost without realizing it is lead by the hand closer to the face before him, to hear their breathing as one. What prevents him from leaving is not the hand of Aragorn, who seems to have captured and chained, but a strange pressure on the heart, which keeps it from dall'alzarsi that bed and out into the wind.
Finally, after covering quell'estenuante away, their lips finally collide. A friendly kiss, someone would say, someone who did not know and had not seen that scene.
Nothing's in this friendly encounter of strange feelings, lips that would had to spend their lives away from each other meet in an almost violent.
Then with a certain fear of Aragorn's hand down along the fabric of the dress of Legolas, up to his chest. He hears the elf's heart beat like a drum against his chest, seems to fly right into the palm of his hand.
-beats. -
They stare into his eyes, trying to resume the route with the mutual help, but all they found was the confusion. But must admit, a pleasant confusion.
-I do not suppose he did? - In the dream-
rest your hand on your heart ... -
and redo move, just like in the dream of a little earlier, this time finding the beat reassuring companion.
Remove hand and puts it on the elf's cheek. E 'warm and transmits a strange sense of familiarity. That slender Legolas cover it, twisting the fingers of the other.
-I believe that if there was you would not do it ... -
The elf would swear to have seen Aragorn's cheeks tinged with a warm flush, while looking with blue eyes wide with amazement. Maybe he overdid it a little bit to say that, they say.
Yet something in the human eye suggests just the opposite. After
Waiting a moment of a smile lit her lips, her eyes lighting up. Before Legolas could ask why, he gets up from the pillow and even laying his other hand on her face. He feels a strange pang, mortal man, and can not help but leave her partner breathless putting her another kiss on the lips. He likes that taste. They are sweet, they know of mint and berries. And for that he is sorry to leave them even for one second to avoid the risk of choking and remain on the conscience to Legolas. Watching him with a look that seems quite strange and even mischievous.
-Tomorrow we take a trip very long. - Do not leave
the suspended sentence, a sign that is not going to continue. At least for now. Aragorn even insists quell'elfo is adamant when he decides something. With a crooked smile, he surrenders to his will, pecking look satisfied. Followed immediately by a soft touch on the cheek, which turns out to be the nose of Legolas. Aragorn almost bursts out laughing. That's their best, what's the elf does not look to when Gimli - and swears he will turn affixed -. Gently touch your nose, cold like dogs, rough beard on his cheek and remains so for a moment, motionless. The critical moment is when it comes away from his skin, at least for humans. Usually they are interrupted at the climax, as they exchange the now usual strange look of crystal, just as now, the only difference being that now there is nobody to stop them. The situation remains stalled for quite a while you stare, as if they were undecided on who should move first, and despite the kiss just before hovering a veiled embarrassment. Eventually Aragorn decides to take matters in hand, and respecting the other without warning overreach - despite the desire to jump on -, the gently takes his head in his hands, enjoying all the softness of her hair of wheat, and the press a kiss on the forehead, ripping a smirk.
absolutely would not let him go, but must agree with him. His projects would not be suitable on the eve of a trip like that to Gondor. So looking at consoles himself get out of bed and move toward the entrance of the tent.
A last look, one last hesitation. Aragorn Legolas almost hoped that you change your mind and stay.
But these are addressed one of his usual smiles and exits, leaving close the curtain behind him.
The man sighs and goes back on the pillow, to be sure that this time be able to dream of something better in the few hours of sleep that are left.
