Note: This is not AU fic, but there are differences in it from LOTR. For
instance, Aragorn is half Elven. This fic/chapter focuses more their
younger years, when they were only children. Possible A/L SLASH in later
chapters. This fic makes Legolas a little OOC. In the first couple of
chapters, Legolas and Aragorn are mere children.
The First Meeting
Part 1
A.J. Matthews
The young elf prince known as Legolas glumly followed his father as they made their way through Rivendell.
Legolas did not understand exactly what this was supposed to accomplish. But he was reluctant to question his father. Legolas's innate shyness was the bane of his short life.
King Thranduil watched his youngest son carefully, as they neared the place where Lord Elrond had told them he would be waiting.
Legolas was not happy about this; that much was obvious to his father.
But Thranduil and Elrond both knew that if Aragorn managed to become the King of Men, being the heir of Isildur (even though he was a half elf), and if Legolas became King of Mirkwood, the two would need to be friends. Otherwise, there might be a war the elves and men.
Aragorn had no reservations about hiding his unhappiness, as he stood next to his foster father.
Lord Elrond remained quiet, as King Thranduil approached with his son.
Aragorn watched the small elf who stood next to his much taller father. At least he didn't look to happy about this, either, Aragorn thought.
The two princes stared at each other curiously, while Thranduil and Elrond conversed for a few moments in private.
Legolas was the first to look away, a slight blush on his face. He looked at the ground, instead.
This… Estel, as his father had told him was the boy's name, was intriguing to look at.
Dark hair framed Estel's face, which showed off the youth of the half elf. His dark grey eyes were like a storm, Legolas noticed. He was taller than Legolas himself, and looked much stronger, as well, in his brown leggings and green long-sleeved shirt. It was not easy for Legolas to read what Estel was thinking.
Aragorn scrutinized the young elf, whom Elrond said was named Legolas.
The pure-blooded elf looked much younger than him. Pale blonde hair went down to his shoulder, and there was an air of shyness about him. Innocence and slight nervousness shone in Legolas's bright emerald eyes as he looked up from where he was studying the ground. The younger elf wore a light blue shirt and dark green leggings. His features made him seem fragile and delicate, in Aragorn's opinion. Legolas's face easily gave away his emotions.
Neither was sure of what was going on or why they were here.
'All right,' Lord Elrond said finally in Elvish. He turned to look at the children, who stood there not saying a word.
Legolas jumped slightly when Elrond started speaking. It earned him a scornful look from Aragorn.
Elrond frowned at Aragorn, who dropped the look instantly.
Thranduil cleared his throat. 'Ok, I believe that formal introductions are needed first. Legolas, this is Estel, foster son of Lord Elrond, and the heir of Isildur. Estel, this is my son, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood.' The king paused to see if the boys would speak to each other.
Legolas and Aragorn stood there silently.
'Say hello to him, Estel,' Lord Elrond said firmly.
'Hello, Prince Legolas,' Aragorn muttered.
Legolas still did not speak.
'Legolas!' his father snapped sternly.
Fear crept into Legolas's eyes, as he whispered, 'Hello, Estel.'
Aragorn barely heard Legolas's words, they were said so low.
'For the next six months, the two of you will be riding together, playing together, and eating together here,' Lord Elrond told them. 'You will spend every waking hour together for six months out of every year until you are grown.'
Identical looks of horror appeared on Legolas and Aragorn's faces at those words.
'You will share a room, as well,' King Thranduil said.
Legolas and Aragorn shared a look, and then turned back to Elrond and Thranduil.
'He's too shy!' Aragorn burst out, as he saw that Legolas was shaking in… fear. 'And he's afraid of me.'
'I am not afraid of you!' Legolas snapped, letting his anger take the place of his fear.
Aragorn retorted, 'Yes, you are!'
Legolas shouted, 'No, I'm not!'
'Enough!' Lord Elrond told both of them sharply.
The two glared at each other and turned their backs to one another.
Thranduil groaned inwardly. This was not a good beginning to their plan. But all things were revealed in time, and maybe.
Thranduil looked at his son. 'Farewell, Legolas. I will see you in six months time.' He touched his son's shoulder, before leaving.
A look of hurt appeared on Legolas's face. 'Goodbye, father,' Legolas whispered. He felt betrayed and hurt, as his father walked away.
Aragorn saw the hurt on Legolas's face, and was confused by it. 'Why are you so upset? Doesn't your father leave you alone all the time to do battles and other kingly duties?"
Legolas turned to Aragorn, who then saw the tears shimmering in the blonde elf's green eyes. His lower lip was trembling slightly.
'I have rarely been away from my father and never from my home before,' Legolas said softly.
'Cheer up,' Aragorn told Legolas. 'You could be stuck doing something really boring, like archery lessons.'
Legolas frowned, for he liked archery. 'I'm good at archery,' Legolas told the half elf.
'Sword fighting is better than archery,' Aragorn said.
'Is not!' Legolas said.
'Is too!' Aragorn replied.
'It is not!' Legolas yelled.
The two wound up repeating it until Lord Elrond was obliged to intervene, for the sake of his eardrums, because they were trying to shout each other out.
'I expect better behaviour from those who are princes,' Elrond told them both in a disapproving tone of voice.
'Sorry,' Legolas told the Elven lord, shame written on his face.
Aragorn apologized reluctantly, as well.
Elrond said, 'Follow me and I will lead you to your room.'
The two boys followed the Elven lord, but the second his back was turned, they glared at each other.
Then Aragorn stuck his tongue out at Legolas, who returned it.
To be continued
The First Meeting
Part 1
A.J. Matthews
The young elf prince known as Legolas glumly followed his father as they made their way through Rivendell.
Legolas did not understand exactly what this was supposed to accomplish. But he was reluctant to question his father. Legolas's innate shyness was the bane of his short life.
King Thranduil watched his youngest son carefully, as they neared the place where Lord Elrond had told them he would be waiting.
Legolas was not happy about this; that much was obvious to his father.
But Thranduil and Elrond both knew that if Aragorn managed to become the King of Men, being the heir of Isildur (even though he was a half elf), and if Legolas became King of Mirkwood, the two would need to be friends. Otherwise, there might be a war the elves and men.
Aragorn had no reservations about hiding his unhappiness, as he stood next to his foster father.
Lord Elrond remained quiet, as King Thranduil approached with his son.
Aragorn watched the small elf who stood next to his much taller father. At least he didn't look to happy about this, either, Aragorn thought.
The two princes stared at each other curiously, while Thranduil and Elrond conversed for a few moments in private.
Legolas was the first to look away, a slight blush on his face. He looked at the ground, instead.
This… Estel, as his father had told him was the boy's name, was intriguing to look at.
Dark hair framed Estel's face, which showed off the youth of the half elf. His dark grey eyes were like a storm, Legolas noticed. He was taller than Legolas himself, and looked much stronger, as well, in his brown leggings and green long-sleeved shirt. It was not easy for Legolas to read what Estel was thinking.
Aragorn scrutinized the young elf, whom Elrond said was named Legolas.
The pure-blooded elf looked much younger than him. Pale blonde hair went down to his shoulder, and there was an air of shyness about him. Innocence and slight nervousness shone in Legolas's bright emerald eyes as he looked up from where he was studying the ground. The younger elf wore a light blue shirt and dark green leggings. His features made him seem fragile and delicate, in Aragorn's opinion. Legolas's face easily gave away his emotions.
Neither was sure of what was going on or why they were here.
'All right,' Lord Elrond said finally in Elvish. He turned to look at the children, who stood there not saying a word.
Legolas jumped slightly when Elrond started speaking. It earned him a scornful look from Aragorn.
Elrond frowned at Aragorn, who dropped the look instantly.
Thranduil cleared his throat. 'Ok, I believe that formal introductions are needed first. Legolas, this is Estel, foster son of Lord Elrond, and the heir of Isildur. Estel, this is my son, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood.' The king paused to see if the boys would speak to each other.
Legolas and Aragorn stood there silently.
'Say hello to him, Estel,' Lord Elrond said firmly.
'Hello, Prince Legolas,' Aragorn muttered.
Legolas still did not speak.
'Legolas!' his father snapped sternly.
Fear crept into Legolas's eyes, as he whispered, 'Hello, Estel.'
Aragorn barely heard Legolas's words, they were said so low.
'For the next six months, the two of you will be riding together, playing together, and eating together here,' Lord Elrond told them. 'You will spend every waking hour together for six months out of every year until you are grown.'
Identical looks of horror appeared on Legolas and Aragorn's faces at those words.
'You will share a room, as well,' King Thranduil said.
Legolas and Aragorn shared a look, and then turned back to Elrond and Thranduil.
'He's too shy!' Aragorn burst out, as he saw that Legolas was shaking in… fear. 'And he's afraid of me.'
'I am not afraid of you!' Legolas snapped, letting his anger take the place of his fear.
Aragorn retorted, 'Yes, you are!'
Legolas shouted, 'No, I'm not!'
'Enough!' Lord Elrond told both of them sharply.
The two glared at each other and turned their backs to one another.
Thranduil groaned inwardly. This was not a good beginning to their plan. But all things were revealed in time, and maybe.
Thranduil looked at his son. 'Farewell, Legolas. I will see you in six months time.' He touched his son's shoulder, before leaving.
A look of hurt appeared on Legolas's face. 'Goodbye, father,' Legolas whispered. He felt betrayed and hurt, as his father walked away.
Aragorn saw the hurt on Legolas's face, and was confused by it. 'Why are you so upset? Doesn't your father leave you alone all the time to do battles and other kingly duties?"
Legolas turned to Aragorn, who then saw the tears shimmering in the blonde elf's green eyes. His lower lip was trembling slightly.
'I have rarely been away from my father and never from my home before,' Legolas said softly.
'Cheer up,' Aragorn told Legolas. 'You could be stuck doing something really boring, like archery lessons.'
Legolas frowned, for he liked archery. 'I'm good at archery,' Legolas told the half elf.
'Sword fighting is better than archery,' Aragorn said.
'Is not!' Legolas said.
'Is too!' Aragorn replied.
'It is not!' Legolas yelled.
The two wound up repeating it until Lord Elrond was obliged to intervene, for the sake of his eardrums, because they were trying to shout each other out.
'I expect better behaviour from those who are princes,' Elrond told them both in a disapproving tone of voice.
'Sorry,' Legolas told the Elven lord, shame written on his face.
Aragorn apologized reluctantly, as well.
Elrond said, 'Follow me and I will lead you to your room.'
The two boys followed the Elven lord, but the second his back was turned, they glared at each other.
Then Aragorn stuck his tongue out at Legolas, who returned it.
To be continued